Diomède dévoré par ses chevaux
Gustave Moreau
Now that exams are over I have very good plans for how to spend my summer. Most of them involve channeling my inner Des Esseintes and staring at Moreau paintings until I slowly become consumed by my own neuroses.
“The mind of the mature poet differs from that of the immature one not precisely in any valuation of ‘personality,’ not being necessarily more interesting, or having ‘more to say,’ but rather by being a more finely perfected medium in which special, or very varied, feelings are at liberty to enter into new combinations.” — T. S. Eliot, “Tradition and the Individual Talent”
This Oblomov character is so lucky; I wish I could live my life as nothing more than a waste of space swaddled in a dressing gown.
Oh wait.
Österreichische Nationalbibliothek (Austrian National Library), Vienna, Austria
The Austrian National Library, is, with 7.4 million items in its collections, the largest library in Austria. It is located in the Hofburg Palace in Vienna; since 2005 some of the collections find themselves in the baroque Palais Mollard-Clary. Founded by the Habsburgs, the library was originally located in the current Prunksaal building and called the Hofbibliothek, changing to its current name after 1920.
Kate Beaton really inspires me.
I miss when the sign-in screen looked like this because now I feel like Tumblr gives no fucks about my returning after several weeks in gin-soaked seclusion.
“I think I’ve got better things to do than to talk to friends and flirt with people, thank you very much.”
It’s always so nice being able to add another spirit animal to the menagerie.
“Be silent always when you doubt your Sense
And speak, tho’ sure, with seeming diffidence.
Some positive persisting fops we know,
Who if once wrong will needs be always so;
But you with pleasure own your errors past,
And make each day a critique on the last.”
— Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism