all I do is listen to music and think about my silly little fictional people
all I do is listen to music and think about my silly little fictional people
'Let me look to your pistols,' said Jack, as the trees came closer to the road. 'You have no notion of hammering your flints.'
'They are very well,' said Stephen, unwilling to open his holsters (a teratoma in one, a bottled Arabian dormouse in the other). 'Do you apprehend any danger?'
'This is an ugly stretch of road, with all these disbanded soldiers turned loose. They made an attempt upon the mail not far from Aker's Cross. Come, let me have your pistols. I thought as much: what is this?'
'A teratoma,' said Stephen sulkily.
'What is a teratoma?' asked Jack, holding the object in his hand. 'A kind of grenado?'
'It is an inward wen, a tumour we find them, occasionally, in the abdominal cavity. Sometimes they contain long black hair, sometimes a set of teeth: this has both hair and teeth. It belonged to a Mr Elkins of the City, an eminent cheese-monger. I prize it much.'
'By God,' cried Jack, thrusting it back into the holster and wiping his hand vehemently upon the horse, 'I do wish you would leave people's bellies alone. So you have no pistols at all, I collect?'
'If you wish to be so absolute, no, I have not.'
'You will never make old bones, brother,' said Jack.
--Post Captain
If my desire to accurately portray the mentality of a fictional character in the 16th century is what finally gets me to read, like, Plato and the Bible and all that shit…….that seems pretty appropriate for me in general, tbh
Woodland Garden
Gouache on paper, 2019
by Kelly Louise Judd
Final result: the majority of voters have NEVER HEARD OF this film.
This film is a musical set in the 1940s about a drag performer, his pianist friend and the pianist's girlfriend, who travel the country with their cabaret act. It is unofficially based on the life of copla singer Miguel de Molina. A sequel was released in 1995.
Shout out to the Tumblr user who I learned about this film from.