Premonitions, Elizabeth Schmuhl
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Premonitions, Elizabeth Schmuhl

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“Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him, too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via exvengingturtle)
I’ve never felt more like Henry, having to choose between Homer and Thomas Aquinas to impress the FBI, as I did today, when I had to pick a few books for the pictures of my bookends I was trying to sell.
I need someone to write an orpheus/eurydice version of Richard meeting Henry’s ghost at the end of tsh.

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Lovely, isn’t it?
‘Tis. I was just thinking - it ought to be dull and commonplace. Same sunrise, over the same house, over the same tiny piece of England, every day for 200 years. But it is beautiful. I’ve travelled miles and was unchanged, when I could have been here and… transported. It’s no fault of the sun if the eye sees not its beauty.
Ghosts | 3.03