this could have been an elegiac poem. this could have been an epigram. this could have been an atellan farce. this could have been an agricultural manual. this could have been a neoplatonist treatise. this could have been a red figure vase. this could have been an epistolary collection. this could have been a lyric poem. this could have been a legal defence speech. this could have been an idyll. this could have been seneca’s apocolocyntosis

americans be like dude learning to drive isnt that bad but they dont know youre in ireland sharing a lane with a horse who is a bad person. And the horse and the instructor are friends and he keeps dapping the horse up through the window. And the horse called you a bitch under his breath so quiet the driving instructor is trying to convince you that you must have misheard him but you didnt. and theres a roundabout coming up and the horse didnt indicate

I can no longer remember the title of the book it’s from, but here’s a quote that has remained trapped in my head for the last 8 years: “Driving in Ireland is dangerous because the roads are full of old farmers who’ve led good lives and are fairly sure they’ll get into heaven.”

Tom Holland is the closest thing we have to the old timey idea of a “juvenile” and I support him

he’s literally the Dick Powell of the 21st century

They should invent a tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow that doesn’t creep in this petty pace from day to day