“What a distance there is between me and myself!”
— André Gide (1869-1951)
“What a distance there is between me and myself!”
— André Gide (1869-1951)
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Insane Art Formed by Carving Books with Surgical Tools
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I was turning to leave when I spotted a lone Arab boy wandering along, hands in the pockets of his anorak, fairly unremarkable, yet with something about him which made me feel I must have him. I was convinced that he had noticed me, and I felt a delicious surplus of lust and satisfaction at the idea of fucking him while another boy waited for me at home.
“The Swimming-Pool Library” by Alan Hollinghurst
"Under cover of her silence he pressed her arm closely to his side; and, as they stood at the hotel door, he felt that they had escaped from their lives and duties, escaped from home and friends and run away together with wild and radiant hearts to a new adventure."
- “The Dead” James Joyce
Little girls, this seems to say,
Never stop upon your way,
Never trust a stranger-friend;
No one knows how it will end.
As you’re pretty so be wise;
Wolves may lurk in every guise.
Handsome they may be, and kind,
Gay, and charming - never mind!
Now, as then, ‘tis simple truth -
Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth!
- ‘Red Riding Hood’ Charles Perrault
I guess you think you know this story.
You don’t.The real one’s much more gory.
The phony one, the one you know,
Was cooked up years and years ago,
And made to sound all soft and sappy
Just to keep the children happy.
Mind you, they got the first bit right,
The bit where, in the dead of night,
The Ugly Sisters, jewels and all,
Departed for the Palace Ball,
While darling little Cinderella
Was locked up in a slimy cellar,
Where rats who wanted things to eat,
Began to nibble at her feet.
- ‘Revolting Rhymes’ Roald Dahl
