* Vladimir Nabokov, teaching his students how to read Kafka, pointed out to them that the insect into which Gregor Samsa is transformed is in fact a winged beetle, an insect that carries its wings under its armoured back, and that if Gregor had only discovered them, he would have been able to escape. And then Nabokov added: “Many a Dick and a Jane grow up like Gregor, unaware that they too have wings and can fly.”
Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - Red Right Hand
"You’re one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan"
Let Love In (1994)
I will always reblog this.
Oh. My. God. There are many reasons to love Johnny Cash.
But this. This is enough to make me weep.
Kavinsky vs Daft Punk - Roadgame of Tron (Franklean overloaded mashup)
That build up
True detective, created by Nic Pizzolatto, 2014
One of my favorite scenes.
Rafael Sarmento. King of Enthropy.
"Joan of Arc was not stuck at the Cross Roads either by rejecting all the paths like Tolstoy or by accepting them all like Nietzsche. She chose a path and went down it like a thunderbolt. Yet Joan, when I come to think of her, had in her all that was true either in Tolstoy or Nietzsche — all that was even tolerable in eitber of them. I thought of all that is noble in Tolstoy: the pleasure in plain things, especially in plain pity, the actualities of the earth, the reverence for the poor, the dignity of the bowed back. Joan of Arc had all that, and with this great addition: that she endured poverty while she admired it, whereas Tolstoy is only a typical aristocrat trying to find out its secret. And then I thought of all that was brave and proud warrior. She beat them both at their own antagonistic ideals she and pathetic in poor Nietzsche and his mutiny against the emptiness and timidity of our time. I thought of his cry for the ecstatic equilibrium of danger, his hunger for the rush of great horses, his cry to arms. Well, Joan of Arc had all that and, again, with this difference, that she did not praise fighting, but fought. We know that she was not afraid of an army, while Nietzsche for all we know was afraid of a cow. Tolstoy only praised the peasant; she was the peasant. Nietzsche only praised the warrior; she was the was more gentle than the one, more violent than the other. Yet she was a perfectly practical person who did something, while they are wild speculators who do nothing."
A Glasgow smile, also known as a Glasgow grin, or Chelsea grin refers to a wound as a result of slashing a person’s face from the edges of the mouth to the ears.