uncarnetmaisvirtuel:

yazhmog:

uncarnetmaisvirtuel:

Odysseus is so annoying like if I were Poseidon I would rise a storm and make the waves roar too just so this damn polytropos not only dies but mostly shuts up

Oh gods I hated him in the Odyssey (he was more or less alright in the Iliad though), glad I’m not the only one

AHDHEJAJ SAME, everytime his character appears in a a text that isn’t the Odyssey (esp. greek plays or later works) I’m like “oh… You’re pretty ok actually i guess” BUT the Odyssey MY GODS

aveux-non-avenus:

When I was small and easily wounded, books were my carapace. If I were recalled to my hurts in the middle of a book they somehow mattered less. My corporeal life was slight the dazzling one in my head was what really mattered. Returning to books was coming home.

Lauren Groff, The Monsters of Templeton

kuanios:

“She felt something similar, but worse in a way, about hundreds and hundreds of books she’d read, novels, biographies, occasional books, about music and art—she could remember nothing about them at all, so that it seemed rather pointless even to say that she had read them; such claims were things people set great store by but she hardly supposed they recalled any more than she did. Sometimes a book persisted as a coloured shadow at the edge of sight, as vague and un-recapturable as something seen in the rain from a passing vehicle; looked at directly it vanished altogether. Sometimes there were atmospheres, even the rudiments of a scene; a man in an office looking over Regent’s Park, rain in the street outside—a little blurred etching of a situation she would never, could never, trace back to its source in a novel she had read some time, she thought, in the past thirty years.”

— Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger’s Child.