Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
Nooit nog heeft in de wereldgeschiedenis een zo gedurfde veralgemening een zo verbluffend succes gehad.
Meanwhile the winged Heralds, by command
Of sovereign power, with awful ceremony
And trumpet’s sound, throughout the host proclaim
A solemn council forthwith to be held
At Pandemonium, the high capital
Of Satan and his peers. Their summons called
From every band and squared regiment
By place or choice the worthiest: they anon
With hundreds and with thousands trooping came
•Book I, 752–761
Pandemonium: “all demons” <—> Pantheon: “all gods”
(illustration by Gustav Doré)
8. Ignore: DO NOT listen to the kids who brag about not having midterms. They are not worth your time. Flush them in a toilet or shove them into a Dora the Explorer backpack.
For Spirits when they please
Can either Sex assume, or both; so soft
And uncompounded is thir Essence pure, [ 425 ]
Not ti’d or manacl’d with joynt or limb,
Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones,
Like cumbrous flesh; but in what shape they choose
Dilated or condens’t, bright or obscure,
Can execute thir aerie purposes, [ 430 ]
And works of love or enmity fulfill.
Paradise Lost, John Milton
So enmity means mutual hatred or ill will.
Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heav’n.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so 25
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix’d foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th’ other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam, 30
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th’ other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just, 35
And makes me end where I begun.
Fuel for fantasy.
- FAUSTUS: Stay, Mephastophilis, and tell me, What good will my soul do thy lord?
- MEPHASTOPHILIS: Enlarge his kingdom.
- FAUSTUS: Is that the reason he tempts us thus?
- MEPHASTOPHILIS: Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.
But what do you do when it suddenly dawns on you that you’re not a fighter, or a lover, you’re just a weakling?