‘And now I think you are bewitching and beguiling me, simply putting me under a spell, so that I am quite perplexed’
In my own case the flow of tears quite overwhelmed me, so that I covered my head and wept – for myself, not for Socrates, and for my own ill fortune, such was the man whose friendship was now lost to me.
For a human being a life without examination is actually not worth living.
Defend yourself against the evil days
Lenaion brings, all of them days which pierce
The hides of oxen; guard against the frosts
That kill, when Boreas blows on the earth.
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‘My mother said: “Child, if such folks awe you, then picture them on the lavatory, straining, constipated. They will at once seem small, pathetic, manageable.” And she whispered to me a great, universal truth: “THE BOWELS ARE GREAT LEVELLERS.“ BURNING YOUR BOATS, by Angela Carter BURNING YOUR BOATS: THE COLLECTED SHORT STORIES (1995) is a posthumously-published collection of Angela Carter’s short…
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