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Every time I hear Henry's and Francis' name in the same sentence I cry and blow up

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Oh, Camilla Macaulay. Camilla who chose a Josephine Baker record, who trailed her soft sleepy hands in the still lake. Camilla who lay in her bed eating chocolates by herself. Camilla who mimics Charles down to the way she holds her cigarettes, Camilla and her astrakhan coat. Camilla who, somehow, never fell apart after Bunny’s murder. Camilla who knew what drink Henry would want when he felt ill, and who went with Henry to check if Bunny was still alive. Camilla who, nonetheless, looked green as the detectives described the state of Bunny’s body. Camilla who must’ve been scared out of her mind.
She deserves more recognition to be honest, she’s a far more complex character than many give her credit for.
“The curious danger of the summer is – not to mince words – insanity…It could come to something that I have never thought possible in my case: that I should become mentally deranged…my drives and aims have become totally confused and labyrinthine, so that I no longer know how to find my way out.”
Nietzsche, The Selected Letters of Friedrich Nietzsche
“It has been ten years already: not a sound reaches me any longer – a land without rain…If only I could give you some idea of my feeling of isolation. Neither among the living nor the dead is there anyone with whom I feel any kinship. This is inexpressibly horrible.”
Nietzsche, The Selected Letters of Friedrich Nietzsche

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Not only did Donna creat Henry's character with such psychological depth, intelligence but also deliciously contradictory, everything, and I mean everything he does is directly or indirectly related to Nietzsche's life and beliefs, how he, being an atheist was a cataphatic mystic, how Henry, being a firm logical rationalist was surprisingly superstitious, and his migraines that would occur and cause him to withdraw and experience great pain were also similar to Nietzsche own experience with these migraines, where the following events would happen.
“Harrowing episodes of headaches with vomiting and extreme eye ache [that lasted] as long as a whole week during which he had to lie in a darkened room with the curtains drawn. The slightest light hurt his eyes. Reading, writing, and even sustained coherent thought were out of the question.”
and how he would then also proceed to perform Dionysian rituals:
"Throughout the month of December, his letters were no longer signed off with the name “Friedrich Nietzsche”, but with the name “Dionysus”, “Nietzsche-Caesar”, or else “the Crucified”. In the period between Christmas and New Year, the guests in the house where Nietzsche was staying reported that for three days and nights Nietzsche remained locked in his room and, while naked, improvised on the piano, and sang and danced like a wild man possessed, in what appeared to be a one-man re-creation of a Dionysian festival."
I never see anyone mention that Richard tried to kill himself with sleeping pills in the book??? To be honest I completely forgot until I was listening to the adio book. "I pulled out my desk drawer and counted the rest of my sleeping pills. Candy colored pretty's bright on a sheet of paper. There where still quite a lot of them, plenty for my purposes. Would Mrs. Corcoran feel better if she knew this twist. That her stolen kills killed her son killer." Why does everyone forget that Richard was literally set on killing himself that night?
Richard, traumatized after seeing the twins make out and sitting down at the table with Francis and asking wether he's seen the twins being intimate before. Francis, causally lighting a cigarette leaning back in his chair and saying they've done it couple of times before no Biggie oh and I also fuck Charles sometimes when he's drunk.
types of academics
Based on some research associates and professors I know. Tag yourself or your advisor/prof.
old forest goddess: gentle tone of voice, office door is always open, mysterious smiles, will invite you to do field work at the slightest hint of interest, cargo pants with lots of pockets or flowy clothes with hiking boots, receives live frogs in the mail (coos at them and calls them pet names), sporadic communication skills, always has several projects going on.
furrowed brows: extremely serious but cares a lot about the people around them, resting bitch face until they get started talking about their research, extremely wild hair, always willing to help, always wearing a stain-covered lab coat, surprisingly loud laugh,“oh no” is their most common phrase.
fox mulder: always looks vaguely disheveled, always like 5 min late to class, regularly cracks jokes in class but takes material very seriously, smirks during academic arguments, has 5 notebooks running simultaneously (has to flip through all of them to find what they’re looking for), button-ups rolled to the elbow.
shop cat: always at the library, collaborates with may different professors – even across departments, kindest words, oxford shoes and big sweaters, always has a notebook with them for new ideas or drawings, knowing smiles.
cool beans: vaguely bored grad student TA, writes on literally every surface with sharpie to solve problems “because ethanol, guys”, sweet smiles, self depreciating jokes, always ahead of schedule, chaotic good energy, heavy combat boots and floral tattoos.
scramble: literal mad scientist, oddly wholesome, definitely has half the lab in their pockets at all times (some microscope slides, some mouse food, a sharpie, a few eppendorf tubes, and god knows what else), always goes right up to the deadline, not great at delegating but always wants to help others learn new things.
darcy: a little on the blunt side, always reading and analyzing, gives people their full attention, unsure but always moves forwards, actually really appreciates hearing other people’s thoughts on their work, slow to consider new ideas but never discards them without proper thought.
dry ice: vaguely expressionless except for one (1) extremely expressive eyebrow, extremely critical – but only because they want everyone to succeed, a little uptight but very loyal once they warm up, surprises people with their thoughtfulness, has a lot of very weird stories from experiences that seem uncharacteristic for them, sharp work suits with floral accents.
Tag yourself as ‘The Secret History’ characters
Richard Papen: ‘Campus’ by Vampire Weekend
Oversized tweed jackets patched with lies and secrets, shoving the past into too small holes, black bitter coffee uncomfortably paired with whiskey, vivid dreams where even artificial reality feels like barbed wire, grabbing hold of dirt to try and climb out of a hole you dug yourself into
Henry Winter: ‘Glory’ by Friday Pilots Club
A brain made of polished clogs and wheels cursed into only being seen in black and white, deep crimson staining the hard wood floor, standing up and never knowing when it is time to sit back down, moving your friends like pawns on a chess board
Bunny Corcoran: ‘The Funeral’ by Band Of Horses
Unforgiving remarks and catastrophic comments, porcelain skin with a rotted soul, piecing together the truth to create the gruesome picture, cracked loyalty and blurred lines, having a mind full of all the wrong things, expensive clothing and extravagant taste
Francis Abernathy: ‘Heavenly War’ by Sea Girls
Getting lost in the forest of your own mind, cashmere jumpers painted in cigarette smoke, a true bystander in battle, a sensitive heart hidden behind the bars of a jail, watching the past through rose tinted glasses that cannot be removed, walking through the corridors like a ghost
Charles Macaulay: ‘Achilles Come Down’ by Gang of Youths
Attempting to drown all that is violent and unwelcomed and instead poisoning yourself, a halo that appears more cracked the closer you look at it, lava bubbling gently below the surface waiting to volcano, uncountable glasses of whiskey and unsurfaced tears
Camilla Macaulay: ‘Angel’ by FINNEAS
A wilted rose with the sharpest thorns, being placed under the microscope of lust, rejecting gender and being the only female in a herd of animals, beauty like anything natural, perfectly imperfect, unclear blood stained hands, being placed on a cracked pedestal

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In this photo Isabelle Huppert really reminds me Camilla Macaulay
high fem francesca abernathy… futch richie papen… so many thoughts
mr. substance abuser has a suggestion for how we should spend the afternoon
girls don’t want boys. girls want to know what henry whispered to camilla.

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You lost your cargo and your girlfriend. What do think’s gonna happen next?
Subtle foreshadowing of henrymilla
let me give you THE camilla macaulay fancast:
anti-fascist activist and writer annemarie schwarzenbach