Will you still be in Edinburgh at the end of the month for those couple of days you said I could crash at your place during the scepticism conference? :)
for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain
i do not jest, that is fucking gorgeous.
mr brown was obsessed with matthew arnold. like O.B.Sessed. i don't know how that makes me feel about him/his poetry. brown was also obsessed with keats and ezra pound though, and they are loff in some respects. he hated jane austen though. like hated hated.
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To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
i do not jest, that is fucking gorgeous.
mr brown was obsessed with matthew arnold. like O.B.Sessed. i don't know how that makes me feel about him/his poetry. brown was also obsessed with keats and ezra pound though, and they are loff in some respects. he hated jane austen though. like hated hated.
also, edinburgh's gash.
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