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Comin' through mothafuckas

Let’s go!” I said. “Friends, away! Let’s go! Mythology and the Mystic Ideal are defeated at last. We’re about to see the Centaur’s birth and, soon after, the first flight of Angels!... We must shake at the gates of life, test the bolts and hinges. Let’s go! Look there, on the earth, the very first dawn! There’s nothing to match the splendor of the sun’s red sword, slashing for the first time through our millennial gloom!
--Mark 14:51

u cant learn without living

>>5024163

It's pretty interesting that people had such an insatiable thirst for information on Byron. I suppose you'd have to be desperate to believe that the writer of 'Childe Harold' would choose to publish such a poor piece of work.

L.B. was pretty doubtful about even his best work. I think there was more than a few instances - Don Juan, perhaps Manfred - of him leaving the decision to publish squarely in the hands of John Murray.

But, then, people were taking holidays to peek in at the Villa Diodati. I read they were selling binoculars on the opposite shore of the lake.