“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
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CHORUS: So, here we are. These people are going to perform for you the story of Antigone. Antigone is the little one sitting over there, saying nothing, staring intently at nothing. She's thinking. She's thinking that she is about to become Antigone, that she's about to emerge from the dark, skinny, brooding girl that no one in her family ever took seriously and stand up alone to face the world, to face Creon, her uncle, who is the king. She's thinking that she's going to die, that she's young, and that she too would've wanted very much to live. But there's nothing she can do. Her name is Antigone, and she will have to play her part through to the end.
— Antigone, Jean Anouilh (tr. Zander Teller)
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good morning kings let’s push this boulder
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this website lets you listen to the sounds of all different forests around the world
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Purple Harlequin Toad
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I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
-Dirge Without Music by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Katharine Hepburn bested Peter O'Toole as the top dog on the set. Known to be something of a tyrant on most of his shoots, O'Toole meekly obliged, when she told him, “Peter, stop towering over me. Come and sit down and try to look respectable.” O'Toole readily admitted in her presence that she reduced him “to a shadow of my former gay-dog self. She is terrifying. It is sheer masochism working with her. She has been sent by some dark fate to nag and torment me.” Her reply: “Don’t be so silly. We are going to get on very well. You are Irish, and you make me laugh. In any case, I am on to you, and you to me.”
When filming wrapped on this movie, Katharine Hepburn said to Peter O'Toole, “When I started off in this business, my agent said to me, ‘never act with children and animals,’ but you, Peter, are both.”
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I kind of love that one of Jane Austen's biggest fans was the Prince Regent (later George IV). She didn't think very well of the nobility in general, but she motherfucking hated him, a wastrel who very flagrantly cheated on his wife.
But he loved her writing, was the first recorded purchaser of Sense and Sensibility, and kept copies of her books in all his residences. She never made enough from her writing to live on during her lifetime, so this wasn't support she could casually toss aside. His librarian kept suggesting ideas for new books to her, which she turned down with exquisite politeness. Much to her aggravation, she found herself obliged to dedicate Emma to the man.
Local Novelist Is So Talented She Can't Beat Royal Patron Off With A Stick
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