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This phrase used to haunt me... I was about 14, and was reading a book of T.S. Eliot's poems, randomly, and I came across The Waste Land. I didn't understand it. I wrote an essay involving it a few weeks ago and I still don't completely get it. But anyway, this phrase appeared, along with images of drowning, and I was sort of frightened... opening a new book can be like going into an unfamiliar place, and this time it was an eerie one. Later I discovered that the line is actually from Shakespeare's The Tempest. |
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beautiful_drowning ophelia |
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| past | he was too busy to love, and too tired to not. | 080404 |
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| epitome of incomprehensibility |
Ophelia. True. I haven't read Hamlet yet, though. (Tsk! and her an English major????) |
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| u24 |
full fathom five dost thine father lie of his bones are coral made... robert_westall association for me. |
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