I want the blissful sweetness of doing nothing
God bless the filthy hedonist.
āMy duty to myself is to amuse myself terrifically.ā
-Oscar Wilde
The Secret History by Donna Tartt
A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara
āOf the paintings sheād mentioned, The Anatomy Lesson was the only one I knew. A detail from it was featured on the poster for the exhibition: livid flesh, multiple shades of black, alcoholic-looking surgeons with bloodshot eyes and red noses.ā
The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt, page 24
A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara
The Secret History by Donna Tartt
what is this but sorrow undisputed?
āFor the poet is an airy thing, a winged and a holy thing; and he cannot make poetry until he becomes inspired and goes out of his senses and no mind is left in himā¦ā
-Ion by Plato
ā āGoodness, you magpies,' he said into the abrupt silence that fell. 'Where have you all been?ā ā
-The Secret History by Donna Tartt, page 172
I noticed a copy of The Little Friend by Donna Tartt in one of your posts and I wanted to ask about your thoughts on it! Haven't come across many people who've read that out of Donna's works.
Shortly put, Donna Tarttās āThe Little Friendā is a journey without a destination. Frankly, it is not for everyone, and Iām acutely aware of the fact that the majority of Donnaāsāotherwise devotedāreaders, bear a significant dislike for this book. However, I liked it immensely. Its ingenuity is indisputable, but it is not understood by everyone, given the environment in which the plot revolves and therefore bears many references to that certain region and the people which occupy it. Its prologue however, is indescribably eerie and intriguing, as all of Donnaās prologues are; although it is a prologue to a plot which is never resolved. If youāre planning to read the book, I suggest that you pay close attention to every little detail since otherwise you wonāt be able to properly understand its conclusion.
āHelios drove his mighty chariot beyond the horizon, leaving the world to darkness.ā
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āSeleneās chariot was high in the sky, bathing the stones in silvery light.ā
Ariadne by Jennifer Saint
āTo me. The tale of my madness.ā
why is everything always so horrible all the time?
āThe problem was the childrenās cat, which lay on a towel in a cardboard box near Allisonās head.ā
-āThe Little Friendā by Donna Tartt
when hyacinths bloom..