I’m in a Ruper Everett frenzy since two weeks ago I think after writing a fanfiction. As always I learn new things thanks to my new obsession. Didn’t know he loved sir Richard Francis Burton as much as I do. Started to read his first memoir. Made me cry. So much loss. Like in every human life. Very relatable and charming. Not as much as Proust but nevertheless a chronic of a certain time. The contrast between his upbringing and his life as a young man is painting the portrait of a tectonic society.










