Oh yes, it’s time for a crazy finals-post. Finals? Rachel haven’t you graduated already, for fuck’s sake? Close. So close. I’m doing my last project, the final final of my undergraduate career. It’s an analysis of the role of thumos (the soul) in The Iliad. It’s actually really cool, but very time consuming. Which is why I’m procrastinating on Tumblr.
"I don’t really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it’s always nice, I’ll grant you, if he has one."
Ask me something literary.
"Seymour: An Introduction", J.D. Salinger
I suppose this was why I asked her to marry me: to give myself something to be moored to. Perhaps this was why, in Spain, she decided that she wanted to marry me. But people can’t, unhappily, invent their mooring posts, their lovers and their friends, anymore than they can invent their parents. Life gives these and also takes them away and the great difficulty is to say Yes to life. Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin. (via mattbirnbaum)
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