"I never wish to be easily defined. I'd rather float over other people's minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person."
-Franz Kafka (diary of March 24th 1914)
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“The moon, that had imperceptibly added her rays to the scene, shone almost vertically. It was an exceptionally soft, balmy evening for the time of year, which was just that transient period in the May month when beech trees have suddenly unfolded their large limp young leaves of the softness of butterflies’ wings.” (401)
-Thomas Hardy The Woodlanders
I love the moon and moonlight. (Re-)read five of Hardy's novels this summer; human brokenness leading to tragic ends. Incredible writer. His critiques of the social mores of his time and its political limitations, as well as his deep descriptions of Nature are among what I most remember of Hardy's stories.
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Lord Byron's first edition copy of Frankenstein (1818), one of only two known surviving copies to be personally inscribed by Mary Shelley (the other is to her friend Mrs. Thomas). Byron took this copy with him when he went into the Greek War of Independence, and it was among his personal things when he died there in 1824:
Mary didn't disclose her name in the inscription because the novel was published anonymously and she initially wanted to keep it that way. However, Byron did reveal her identity in a letter to his publisher, correcting his assumption that Percy was the one who wrote the novel:
"The story of the agreement to write the Ghost-books is true — but the ladies are not Sisters — one is Godwin’s daughter by Mary Wolstonecraft — and the other the present Mrs. Godwin’s daughter by a former husband. Mary Godwin (now Mrs. Shelley) wrote 'Frankenstein' — which you have reviewed thinking it Shelley’s — methinks it is a wonderful work for a Girl of nineteen — not nineteen indeed — at that time."
Under Mary Shelley's consultation, Thomas Moore writes in his Life of Lord Byron (vol III):
"During a week of rain at this time, having amused themselves with reading German ghost-stories, they agreed, at last, to write something in imitation of them. 'You and I,' said Lord Byron to Mrs. Shelley, 'will publish ours together.'"
Percy, writing as Mary with her permission, mentions Byron and himself (in the third-person) in the novel's 1818 preface thus:
"Two other friends (a tale from the pen of one of whom would be far more acceptable to the public than any thing I can ever hope to produce) and myself agreed to write each a story, founded on some supernatural occurrence.
The weather, however, suddenly became serene; and my two friends left me on a journey among the Alps, and lost, in the magnificent scenes which they present, all memory of their ghostly visions. The following tale is the only one which has been completed."
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Van Helsing: Mina's been a great contributor thus far, but it's time to leave her out of the hunt. Her poor weak, fragile woman heart couldn't handle such horrors. Women just aren't as mentally or emotionally stable as us men.
Jonathan: *still has severe PTSD and is about to be forced to relive his trauma*
Arthur: *had just had his fifth mental breakdown this week*
Quincey: *thinks its a good idea to shoot a bat indoors*
Jack: *going through an existential crisis upon learning the supernatural exists*
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'When you are not with me I hate you, Lef Nicolaievitch. I have loathed you every day of these three months since I last saw you. By heaven I have!' said Rogojin. 'I could have poisoned you at any minute. Now, you have been with me but a quarter of an hour, and all my malice seems to have melted away, and you are as dear to me as ever. Stay here a little longer...'
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot, first published serially in the journal The Russian Messenger in 1868–69
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Me reading a Georgian book, being much too used to Victorian literature: He-(giggles) he’s talking about sex.
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I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.
Charlotte Brontë, “Jane Eyre”
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I follow this tiktok for the history of medicine, and they recently posted about the kind of food patients would be served in a 19th century asylum. In relation to Renfield I thought this was rather interesting!
They also have a part two where they mention how different diets were prescribed to different mental conditions, like if someone was "melancholic" or "manic". It seems like Renfield could have had pretty decent food, especially if you factor the asylum being private and him being upper class. However, the flies clearly give Renfield extra satisfaction that normal food can not.
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Ya know I’ve always wondered what the crew of Walton’s ship were doing during this part of the book. Robert is supposed to be the CAPTAIN of an ARCTIC EXPEDITION and he’s just like “Actually I gotta go personally check on the strange man sleeping in my quarters, he’s about to drop his life story on me and I cannot miss it”
Like what is the crew doing?? They’re trapped in the ice! What about rations?? A plan for winter?? Are the officers still having meetings without Walton? Is the unnamed first mate in charge???
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