Crow quill pen, ink & ink wash, 2015

VICTOR HUGO — Six French Poets of the Nineteenth Century, transl. by A.M. Blackmore & E.H. Blackmore, (2009)

Night Tide (Curtis Harrington, 1961)

Pen and ink

Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux - Scène d'accouchement (ca. 1870)

— Cheryl Richardson

Leda Petit, burlesque dancer - by Jocelen Janon, French/New Zealander

Landscape- night starts

Executioner swords at the Gevangenpoort in the Hague

Cité Véron

Hold a grudge if you must, Ellen. But there's another reason you must honor this arrangement. I take no pleasure in telling you, but you must ken the truth. What truth? You think Da was a saint. He let you do as you pleased, and you turned a blind eye to his faults. I'm perfectly aware that he was flawed. Are you aware, then, that because of his reckless and self-serving spending, that he died with a fraction of the fortune that he assumed when he took control of the clan? That he left this Earth with the coffers empty and his family and clan on the precipice of destitution? That's impossible. You'd have told me sooner. I only just learned it myself, Ellen. Let me show you the ledgers that I inherited.

And often, they are assholes, too.

Now housed at the British Museum.

Ruth Padel, Whom Gods Destroy: Elements of Greek and Tragic Madness (Princeton University Press, 1995), 162-163.

— Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet