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John Keats, To Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees…
Newton once pushed a bodkin behind his own eye, pressing it against the eye socket to observe the strange rings of light and colour produced by pressure. The experiment nearly blinded him, but he was willing to risk his sight to understand the very mechanism of vision.
You will never encounter a group of animals more tamed and castrated than inside a New Zealand university tutorial.
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“Sub 40 resting heart rate... we sleep like Cato beside his sword the night before his suicide: soundly... Napoleon even slept in battle on the field of Wagram and on the day of Bautzen, under enemy fire... this world doesn’t weigh on us at all...”
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The appeal of Elizabethan poetry is its underlying barbarism, as though written by men who cannot contain themselves in verse. The verse is untamed, and though I think later poets, especially Pope are far superior in craftsmanship they feel very domesticated
‘To write a book is for all the world like humming a song—be but in tune with yourself, madam, 'tis no matter how high or how low you take it’
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“There is an oracle of Necessity, an ancient decree of the gods, eternal, sealed with broad oaths: whenever one of them, through crime, pollutes his own limbs with blood … the daimones who have been allotted a long life must wander thrice ten thousand seasons far from the blessed ones, growing during this time into all kinds of mortal forms, exchanging one painful path of life for another. … Of them I too am now one, an exile from the gods and a wanderer, who put my trust in mad Strife.”
Empedocles, Fragments
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Hence, warfarer, thou shalt be in awe of this god, and it will be profitable to thee to keep thy hands off. For a punishment is prepared--a roughly-shaped mentule.
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(Catullus, Priapeia 87)
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The pagans of old knew of the dangers of old men sacrificing the youth for power - and they left us warnings.
In Hesiod's Theogeny, Cronos swallows his children to prevent succession.
In the Heimskringla, King Aun sacrifices 9 sons for long life. It's known as "Aun's sickness"























