erotic grotesque nonsense

I shall take an example of a τέχνη more congenial to myself: learning a language. If I am learning, for instance, Russian, I am confronted by an authoritative structure which commands my respect. The task is difficult and the goal is distant and perhaps never entirely attainable. My work is a progressive revelation of something which exists independently of me. Attention is rewarded by a knowledge of reality. Love of Russian leads me away from myself towards something alien to me, something which my con-sciousness cannot take over, swallow up, deny or make unreal. The honesty and humility required of the student—not to pretend to know what one does not know—is the preparation for the honesty and humility of the scholar who does not even feel tempted to suppress the fact which damns his theory.

there's not a lot of basis in the text of the odyssey for tennyson's characterization of odysseus -- in fact, his disdain for ithaca (these barren crags) and penelope (an aged wife) runs counter to his love for ithaca despite its barrenness (though of course he's saying that to calypso so she'll release him). and while "it may be we shall touch the Happy Isles/ And see the great Achilles, whom we knew," homer's odysseus saw achilles, who told him that doing "some work of noble note" is futile, since it is better to be a slave in the world above than a king in hades.

can you imagine being a parent in the pokemon world and your kid comes home with one of those straight up basically human pokemon. i know those motherfuckers can talk.

do you lay eggs?