Oedipus On The Bodies Of His Sons. 1912. Gabriel Jules Charles Girodon. French 1844-1941. Oil/canvas.

everyone tagging my last post with helen and hector: valid but thats also such a lukewarm take. where the nestor fans at

“Scared at last the maiden took refuge by the tripods; she drew near to the vast chasm and there stayed; and her bosom for the first time drew in the divine power, which the inspiration of the rock, still active after so many centuries, forced upon her. At last Apollo mastered the breast of the Delphian priestess; as fully as ever in the past, he forced his way into her body, driving out her former thoughts, and bidding her human nature to come forth and leave her heart at his disposal. Frantic she careers about the cave, with her neck under possession; the fillets and garlands of Apollo, dislodged by her bristling hair, she whirls with tossing head through the void spaces of the temple; she scatters the tripods that impede her random course; she boils over with fierce fire, while enduring the wrath of Phoebus. Nor does he ply the whip and goad alone, and dart flame into her vitals: she has to bear the curb as well, and is not permitted to reveal as much as she is suffered to know. All time is gathered up together: all the centuries crowd her breast and torture it; the endless chain of events is revealed; all the future struggles to the light; destiny contends with destiny, seeking to be uttered. The creation of the world and its destruction, the compass of the Ocean and the sum of the sands—all these are before her.”

— Lucan, Pharsalia 5:161ff, tr. J. D. Duff.

Vladimir Nabokov’s note card, c. 1969.

good morning, it is sacrifice day! i woke up at 4:45 (after going to bed at 11 bc i was committed to trying to get up at 6 given how badly the 5 am wake up call has been going) and probably should have tried to go back to sleep but did not so. we're just rolling with it. i am, for the most part, feeling calm and relaxed! i'm going to run to starbucks and get breakfast and tea then do my duolingo and then be ready to start settling down at 8.

me before making yet another unintelligible post about my current hyperfixations

Dudes be like "Et tu Brute"

My brother in Jupiter you were the one about to destroy the Republic

even our ancestors sang Popipo

get out of touch and obsessed with functionally and materially useless niche fields and topics of interest enough and you too can develop the coveted "loser's superiority complex"

I wanted to meme before the big day.

Not yet, Brutus.. not yet..