A library is many things. It’s a place to go, to get in out of the rain. It’s a place to go if you want to sit and think. But particularly it is a place where books live, and where you can get in touch with other people, and other thoughts, through books. If you want to find out about something, the information is in the reference books — the dictionaries, the encyclopedias, the atlases. If you like to be told a story, the library is the place to go. Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together — just the two of you. A library is a good place to go when you feel unhappy, for there, in a book, you may find encouragement and comfort. A library is a good place to go when you feel bewildered or undecided, for there, in a book, you may have your question answered. Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people — people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.
One of the best examples of artistic integrity on a corporate scale.
I can’t be the only one who finds it interesting that “product of its time” is being used directly alongside “still wrong back then”. Most (privileged, white) people use “product of its time” to avoid admitting that something was wrong regardless of its era and to excuse their repeating it.
Srsly this is excellent. I was expecting a “for the sake of artistic integrity” thing at the end but no, that is a valid point - to completely remove prejudice from past media erases the very real suffering of many people, and erases the crimes of the privileged. This is fucken excellent.
Flower by Kirill Semenov from Russia. He definitely has a lot of H. R. Giger inspired works which I love. More - http://skirill.deviantart.com/
When someone else gives you stage and is generous, that allows you to become an equal partner. And that’s what Fred did. - Carrie Brownstein
"Poor little thing! She’s gasping for love like a carp on a kitchen table gasping for water. A compliment or two and she’d adore me, I’m positive. She’d be sweet! But - how would I get rid of her later?"
THIS FUCKED ME UP..
MAYBE THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THE EPILOGUE. HARRY SEES HIS FAMILY DYING, BUT HE NEVER DIES. AND AFTER A CERTAIN POINT, HE STOPS AGING OR GOES BACK TO LOOKING LIKE HE’S 20. MAYBE THE EPILOGUE IS THE LAST TIME HE’S EVER HAPPY. AND HE TRIES TO KILL HIMSELF, BUT REALIZES THAT HE CAN’T. BECAUSE TO SAVE THE WORLD, HE GAVE UP HIS MORTALITY. HE CAN NEVER SEE HIS PARENTS AGAIN. AND THEN, IN A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO BE ABLE TO SEE HIS FAMILY, HE GOES LOOKING FOR THE RESURRECTION STONE. BUT SINCE HE HAS THE INVISIBILITY CLOAK AND OWNS THE WAND, HE BECOMES THE MASTER OF DEATH
OH SHIT AND WHAT IF SOMEDAY JK ROWLING RETURNS TO THE WIZARDING WORLD AND WRITES A NEW ADVENTURE WITH A NEW CHARACTER, AND HARRY APPEARS IN THAT ADVENTURE, EXCEPT HE’S MORE LIKE DUMBLEDORE, HE BECOMES THE YOUNG HERO/HEROINE’S MENTOR. AND WHAT IF THE MAIN CHARACTER DOESN’T EVEN KNOW IT’S HIM, WHAT IF HE KEEPS HIS SCAR HIDDEN FROM THEM THE WHOLE TIME. AND WHAT IF, OH GOD, WHAT IF BY THE TIME THEY REACH THE END OF THEIR JOURNEY, HARRY POTTER IS NO LONGER THE MASTER OF DEATH, AND DIES. THEN THE YOUNG WITCH/WIZARD MOURNS HIM, THINKING THEY FAILED HIM, UP UNTIL HE COMES TO THEM IN A DREAM AT KING’S CROSS STATION, TELLS THEM NOT TO PITY THE DEADDDDDD, AND FINALLY REVEALS HIS TRUE IDENTITY BY SHOWING THEM HIS SCAR.
Someone asked “What do you do for work?”
I’m a cashier. In other words, apologizing for things that aren’t my fault is my job.
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