The first rule of war is sympathy with the enemy.
Simon Critchley, Tragedy, the Greeks, and Us
of loveliness in the snow and faithlessness in the flood;
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
‘Agamemnon,’ Aeschylus (translated by Anne Carson)
the beauty’s really in the movement, in watching your mouth try to swallow despair.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
free me from my longing
Anna Czekanowicz, tr. Regina Grol
what are the best academic essays you’ve ever read?
audaces: a study in political phraseology
“domestici hostes”: the nausicaa in medea, the catiline in hannibal
catiline’s ravaged mind: “vastus animus”
the two voices of virgil’s aeneid
in defence of catiline
antony, fulvia, and the ghost of clodius in 47 bc
the duplicate revelation of portia’s death
virgil’s carthage: a heterotopic space of empire
the taciturnity of aeneas
gender and the metaphorics of translation
The only dream worth having, I told her, is to dream that you will live while you're alive and die only when you're dead. (Prescience? Perhaps.) 'Which means exactly what?' (Arched eyebrows, a little annoyed.) I tried to explain, but didn't do a very good job of it. Sometimes I need to write to think. So I wrote it down for her on a paper napkin. This is what I wrote: To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.
Arundhati Roy, The End of Imagination
It may be that we have become more interesting to each other at the expense of trust.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
they had guessed, as always happens between lovers, everything of any importance about each other in two seconds at the utmost.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando