#Cortege

[vox-anglosphere]

And the world stood still..

The coffin of Queen Elizabeth lI leaves Buckingham Palace for Westminster Hall

– Royal Family UK Fan 🇬🇧

[federer7]

Funeral Cortege. San Joaquin Valley, California. 1938

Photo: Dorothea Lange

[rosalind-hawkins]

Queen Petra of Brigid had a very special arrangement. She had chosen to revive the ways of her great grandmother, the last queen who came to power before marriage. The official title for it was The Queen's Cortege, but it was simply a harem of men that she used at her leisure.

Some of them had been chosen from among the palace staff, like Ashe. He had worked as a cook for the palace, and when the queen took a fondness to the pastries he made from his homeland, she had asked to meet him. They had both taken a shine to each other, and he had agreed to join the royal cortege on the grounds that his younger siblings were cared for and educated in his absence.

Some of the harem members had been normal individuals simply invited to join by the queen, like Linhardt. He had been a traveling scholar that found the language and customs of Brigid so fascinating that he wished to stay long-term to study them. The queen had offered him a place as a scholar in the cortege, where he would be given access to the palace's records and library, and his works would be preserved in exchange for him being accessible to the queen at all times.

Then there was Ferdinand, the most recent addition. He was formally an ambassador from a far-off empire, but Petra had weaseled him into joining, somehow. Perhaps he believed that his presence in her bedroom preserved the peace between their nations, and he was fulfilling his duty. Or perhaps he was simply making the most of his situation. As a politician, he never gave clear answers when questioned on any subject.

Normally, the cortege was quite peaceful. The queen gave mostly equal attention so jealousy hardly ever broke out, but tonight was different. She was meeting with a prince tonight, a prince that had been sent with a proposal of marriage. To make matters worse, he had a reputation for being unbelievably crafty. What if he not only convinced her to marry him, but to disband the cortege? It would throw their lives into disarray.

[queenmelancholy]

The moment you realise that from this point on, the main cast of Downton Abbey are never going to get together ever again.

There will forever be someone missing in each of their reunions. Slowly the older actors will leave us, and the younger ones will grow old. Time flies and our memories of when we first watched the show will fade.

But the characters will stay alive or young forever.

One day when we feel the urge to visit our old friends on screen again, they will always be there waiting for us, just like when we first met them all those years ago.

'It feels amazing, a tad emotional. It's wonderful to all be back together again. We come back together and it's like no time has passed at all' - Michelle Dockery announcing Downton Abbey 3

Time will pass, that's for sure. But we can always get back together in our fond memories of what was once so great. This is one of the most beautiful things about tv shows and films.

Remembering Dame Maggie Smith (28.12.1934 - 27.09.2024)

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"LAST RITES FOR BABY "BUNTY" HILLIER ATTENDED BY THOUSANDS," Toronto Globe. October 31, 1933. Page 13. --- The funeral service yesterday for unfortunate little 18-months-old Alfreda ("Bunty") Hillier, whose tragic death focused the attention of the city and Province on a humble little dwelling in the East End of Toronto, was a remarkable demonstration, huge crowds at both the residence at 6 Boothroyd Avenue and at Park Lawn Cemetery proving the intense interest taken in the mysterious death of the small child. Illustrations above of the funeral show: Upper left, a section of the gathering on Boothroyd Avenue, long before the scheduled time of the service; lower left, the parents of the child. Mr. and Mrs. A. C. Hillier, leaving their home to attend the service at the cemetery, but in which they did not participate, the huge crowd at Park Lawn Cemetery proving too much for their already tense nerves. They remained in their car while interment took place, and left immediately afterward for home. At the upper right are seen the six little playmates of the baby, who acted as pallbearers - Betty Hodgins, Ruth Matheson, Margaret McDowell, Margaret Low, Ina Denrer Lindsay, and Marie Kennedy. Centre right shows the arrival of the funeral at Park Lawn Cemetery, a portion of the crowd which deterred the parents from participating in the cervice there being seen lately surrounding the hearse and mourners' cars. In the lower centre Rev. J. A. Rebinson of St. Phillip's Anglican Church, who conducted the service. He baptized "Bunty" just over a year again. Lower right shows close relatives and friends of the family at the graveside, in the foreground being Mr. and Mrs. Beech Herrington.

"Tremendous Crowds Witness Funeral of Baby "Bunty" Hillier," Toronto Globe. October 31, 1933. Page 1. --- Hours before the funeral service for tiny Alfreda ("Bunty") Hillier was scheduled to begin yesterday, hundreds of people had gathered at the modest residence at 6 Boothroyd Avenue, their number augmented by literally thousands of others as the time for the funeral approached. As the cortege moved off to Park Lawn Cemetery the streets in the vicinity of the home were a crowded mass of humanity, through which the procession had to wend its way. The illustration above shows the funeral cortege leaving the house, the scene pictured being at Boultbee and Boothroyd Avenues. Baby Alfreda was carried to her last rest in a white hearse, seen rounding the corner in the right centre background.

[deikshen]

omg I love your snake demon shen yuan au! if shen yuan is currently at the prize hunting/gift giving stage of courting luo binghe, does that mean he skipped over fighting him out of respect/fear? or can we expect a tussle in the future (with luo binghe allowing himself to lose ofc)?

MEOW THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!

Honestly, and thinking about it very carefully, I think it can be applied as each demonic species has its predetermined courtships. I mean, yes, demons are inherently violent towards others within the cortege, but I think this species particularly of snake demons would rather go for brute force than for "I can show you how powerful and strong I am by bringing you beasts that no one else could hunt", something like - they demonstrate their power that should be feared or respected in a more strategically subtle way. I also feel that they would go more for a hard strategy than to rush headlong into a fight unless it is a direct provocation

That is to say, I think the message of being feared and respected would be clear if some rare beast appeared at Luo Binghe's door, still dying, with not a wound other than the clean mark of the poisoning of the demon fangs. Like, "look how powerful my venom is, look what it can do, look how I can provide with this for you!!!". I mean, of course it's something Luo Binghe could have hunted with a sword or his hands, but for SOMEONE to have done just to prove a point in their courtship that is unexpectedly funny for him

Thinking about it because I'm a bit of a bitch when it comes to inventing demonic things, maybe some things are particularly hard to get-hunt unless you're a stealthy snake demon with powerful venom. So there's Shen Yuan sighing and having to get his hands dirty because well, his Emperor HAS to see his worth as a suitor- I think that would be the only thing that would make him wrinkle his nose, poor boy, he wants to inspect more beasts and learn from them that he wants to kill

Although I guess it would be funny if, err, at some point the demon court was like "nooo the courtship isn't complete because he hasn't proven he can fight with Junshang!! He doesn't deserve Junshang's attentions!!", idk, they are just irritating and perhaps against this marriage because, after all, it doesn't even make political sense? A waste of resources? they are little bit to be a pain in the ass more than anything, as if they could influence Luo Binghe's opinion lol

But of course Shen Yuan just has to accept that, oh well he'll have this impending tussle with Luo Binghe, exactly THIS is how he wanted to end his week!!! (sarcasm, of course) Anyway, he's willing because, aha, if that's the way he should go...

Luo Binghe would definitely allow himself to lose because he WANTS this pretty suitor as his handsome husband (accepting his destiny of being a wife, please, he has already decided what his path will be), but I think he would fall dramatically to his knees when some other random suitor wants to take advantage from the whole situation and attack Luo Binghe too in the middle of the fight and Shen Yuan is just like "bitch I've been courting the Emperor for weeks to get here fuck you" and he ripped it out a piece of his jugular or something

It's not that Luo Binghe is surrendering, but, eh, there's a lot of blood, chaos and confusion and I guess the court accepts it as valid heheheh

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[bruxesco]

Salve Hekate!

Cortejo de Hekate em Belém Pará, Brasil. Hekate cortege in Belém Pará, Brazil.

[victusinveritas]

Vaughan Williams - Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis

Photos of the SS United States on her final voyage at sea, somewhere off the coast of North Carolina. Taken by the captain of the tug "Vinik." Thank you David Silver for allowing me access. It's hard to believe this ghostly vessel is the very same ocean liner that once plowed through the North Atlantic at over 40 miles per hour, carrying 2,000 passengers in safety and luxury. She's now making 6.5 knots and his handling the rough seas quite well in spite of being 72 years old, a testament to her superb construction and design. If you squint, you can imagine her tearing through the ocean again.

Even in her watery funeral cortege, she remains proud and magnificent.

[talonabraxas]

The Oak King and May Queen Talon Abraxas

Green Man, May Day and May Pole

Mythology of May Day

First we talk about the Goddess who lies behind May Day; second will be about the bonfires of May Day Eve and third the mythology and rituals behind the Maypole.

Since May 1 lies about halfway between the vernal equinox and the summer solstice, it was considered a good time to mark the transition into summer. Indeed, in most of medieval northern Europe (meaning the Celtic calendar), May 1 was the beginning of summer. By then the seeds for crops had just been sown (so farmers and their laborers could take a short break), and it was time to drive cattle and sheep out to their summer pastures. Both the sprouting crops and the soon-to-be pastured cattle needed divine protection from the dangers of the natural and supernatural worlds, which is why May Day developed as a holiday and took on the associated rituals and mythology that it did. And a goddess was a good figure to deal with such human concerns.

The Goddess of what is now May Day goes back to ancient times, in Anatolia, Greece, and Rome. Spring goddesses came to be venerated at two Roman holiday festivals that led to our May Day. The Roman Empire is important here because it took over much of Europe and the British Isles. Its mythology, associated rituals, and holidays spread there and merged with local conditions, mythologies, holidays, and customs.

The first of these goddesses of spring holidays was the Hilaria festival (from Greek hilareia/hilaria (“rejoicing”) and Latin hilaris (“cheerful”), held between the vernal equinox and April 1. It goes back to when the Phrygian goddess Cybele was introduced to Rome, at the end of the 3rd century BCE. In her myth, she had a son-lover, Attis, a dying-and-rising god who was mortally gored by a boar. Cybele knew that he had not died for eternity but that his spirit simply had taken refuge in a tree for the winter, and that he would be reborn from the tree in the spring, on the vernal equinox. When Cybele was introduced in Rome, she was given her temple of Magna Mater on the Palatine hill and a also a holiday with corresponding rituals. In her festival, a pine tree (that of Attis) was cut and stripped of its branches, wrapped in linen like a mummy, and decorated with violets (Cybele’s flower, because in the myth violets were said to have sprung from the blood of Attis).

It was then brought before Cybele’s temple on wagons in what resembled a funeral cortege, since Attis was “dead” inside the tree. This was followed by days of frenzied grief and mourning (including scourging) known as the “blood days,” when the tree was symbolically buried in a “tomb.” Attis then resurrected (rose out of the tree) on the day of Hilaria and was reunited with Cybele, symbolizing the beginning of spring. The tree was then erected before Cybele’s temple, and the people celebrated around it. The celebrations ended on April 1, which may be the origin of our April Fool’s day (the people were having a “hilarious” celebration). This has obvious parallels with the Maypole and May Day celebrations.

The second of these holidays was the Floralia, named after Flora, goddess of flowers and spring. Originally she may have been a Sabine goddess, about whom we know nothing other than that she had a spring month named after her on the Sabine calendar (Flusalis, linguistically related to Floralia) and that supposedly an altar to her in Rome was established by the Sabine king Tatius during the legendary period of his joint rule of Rome with Romulus. But none of her Sabine mythology has survived. In Rome Flora acquired her entire surviving mythology from the Greek spring goddess Chloris (from chloros – “pale green”),

who, as Ovid tells us, was originally a beautiful nymph in the Elysian Fields catering to the pleasures of the fortunate dead. There she also attracted the attention of Zephryos, the god of the West Wind and of spring, who quickly had his way with her. But then he married her, in what turned out to be a happy, loving marriage. As a wedding gift he filled her fields (her dowry in the marriage) with a flower garden, the flowers in which were said to spring from the wounds of Attis and Adonis. Zephyros, as the West Wind, brings the spring rains that grow the flowers. Thus, Virgil wrote that “the meadows ungirdle to Zephyros’s balmy breeze; the tender moisture avails for all.” Chloris also bore from Zephryos a son, Karpos, in Greek meaning “fruit” or “crop.” Through Zephyros’s wedding gift she became the goddess having jurisdiction over flowers, which she spread (by spreading their seeds) all over the earth, which until then was monochrome. She became goddess of spring. As Flora in Rome, in the late 3rd century BCE a festival was instituted in her honor that lasted from April 28 to May 2. It included theater, a sacrifice to Flora, a procession in which a statue of Flora was carried, as well as competitive events and other spectacles at the Circus Maximus. One of these involved releasing captured hares and goats (both noted for their fertility) into the Circus, and scattering beans, vetches, and lupins (all fertility symbols) into the crowd. The celebrants wore multi-colored clothing symbolizing flowers and spring, as later was customary on May Day in Europe. It was a time of generally licentious behavior. Flora also had a rose festival on May 23.

[scotianostra]

The Scottish actor Gerard Kelly was born on May 27th 1959 in Glasgow.

Given the name Paul at birth, the actor and comedian was born and brought up in Cranhill, the son of a fish and chip shop owner, Kelly was destined for the stage from the time a teacher suggested "we have an actor amongst us".

He first came to public attention in 1978 on the BBC television comedy Scotch and Wry starring Rikki Fulton and went on to play Jack Milroy opposite Tony Roper's Fulton in Rikki and Me in 2006, which he also directed.

In 1992, Gerard was slashed in an unprovoked attack as he entered his Clydeside apartment, leaving him with a permanent face scar. This caused him to leave Glasgow for London for a time.

In 1994 he played Felix Ungar in a Scottish touring production of The Odd Couple, relocated to modern-day Glasgow, alongside Craig Ferguson as Oscar Madison.

Known for his versatility, Kelly also starred in the pilot of the tough Glasgow detective series Taggart, in Rab C. Nesbitt, Juliet Bravo,City Lights and Extras, together with soaps, Eastenders and Brookside.

Films he starred in were Blind Date, with Kirsty Alley and Ken Loach's Ae Fond Kiss.

On stage he found success in John Byrne's The Slab Boys and was praised for his role in Much Ado About Nothing in London's West End he was also a regular in pantomime at Glasgow's King's Theatre.

Kelly collapsed at his home in London and died in a nearby hospital some days later. His funeral was held at St Aloysius' Church in Glasgow with the cortege passing the King's Theatre, where he was due to perform at the time of his death, on its way to a committal at Daldowie Crematorium, he will always be fondly remembered.

[undiscovered-horizon]

Hello Sofia! My name is Aleksandra! Just wanted to send a request of Zoro x reader where reader has just joined the crew she is a witch and very strong, sweet, but could be intense (in a good way) as well as mysterious everyone in the crew absolutely loves her but it takes time for Zoro to completely trust her so he keeps his eye on her causing them both to have some tension some days they are arguing over tiny situations some days they are sitting alone together laughing and smiling at one another with feelings building up that they have yet to understand even though they are confused with their feelings their connection runs deeply to the point it drives them insane everyone else in the crew see's this (Besides our dear Luffy.) They try to get them to open up but it's hopeless at times. I was thinking Zoro gets a deep cut during a fight and Reader helps him with his wound this is where they are able to share their feelings and once they deeply kiss they understand how they feel from there.

I hope this is a good one to do! Thank you!✨🌻✨

I would love to be tagged at!💜 @shewalksinanotherworld

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"The way to a man's heart" - Zoro x Reader

[graphic descriptions of open wounds]

Somebody once said that love and hate are two sides of the same coin - a token of devotion. Like tides of two seas that create storms and whirlpools upon meeting, it is often impossible to determine where one ends and the other begins. Perhaps, these waters have never differed as they are two ends of one river. Both lovers and enemies alike make up the first row of the funeral cortege.

And just like those seas, no matter whether they are the same or two different bodies, Zoro and you seem to be ebbing and flowing across love and hate. Flipping the coin of dedication each day to see where your tense relationship will take you. Sometimes more than once a day, when mere hours separate passionate fights from merry laughter.

But speaking of turning tides and seamlessly flowing waters, wouldn't the seas know each other far too well? What constitutes oceans of hate was once the pond of love. Conversely, the waters of affection had once flown as tides of enmity. If the answer is yes, it would explain quite a lot about the rather inexplicable connection you share with the swordsman. Sometimes not a word has to be spoken but a fleeting gaze exchange for either of you to know perfectly well what the other has on their mind.

To be fair, it's hard for you to put your finger on the why - Why are you and Zoro so strange with each other? The most plausible explanation would probably be his stubborn distrust. He's a very guarded person which, by itself, is not unfathomable considering his journey and livelihood. But it is absolutely tedious when he sticks to his guns against all available evidence. Weeks went by when Zoro was the only crewmember who perceived you in different shades of suspicion, even after witnessing you put your life on the line for your mutual friends. His stubbornness was frustrating, so you gave him as good as you got and well... Here we are, wading in the murky waters of passion, both pleasant and adverse.

However, you'll be wading much different waters, those flowing in the Styx River, if you don't escape now. The Indigo Cross pirates are a little too close behind you. You can almost feel their breaths on your neck as they scream about revenge, bloodshed and defending their captain's honour. Yes, about that... It wasn't exactly Luffy's fault that the man he told to apologize to the tavern waitress was the world's most narcissistic pirate. Alas, the damage is done and so is your chance at a peaceful shore leave.

The Merry Go is but a few meters away. You just have to get to the gangway and run up the stairs so fast your mother would go bald from stress. Just two things, right?

Your foot gets caught the between rotting planks of the pier. The unforeseen obstacle in your escape startles you, giving you barely any time to shield your face from the painful impact of the ground.

"Shit!" you groan to yourself, yanking your foot.

Zoro yells out your name. In long strides, he catches up with you. He manages to rip away one of the mould-covered planks. Despite your foot being set free, the man lifts you to stand on your own.

"You go, I'll hold them back," he orders you as he nudges you in the direction of the ship. Before you can defy him, Zoro is already running towards the oncoming wave of looking-for-a-scrap pirates.

Time seems to slow down as you watch a spear, its polished head shining in the sunlight, fly through the air and pierce Zoro's chest. He stumbles backwards and falls on one knee. With a roar of agony, the swordsman grabs the long shaft of the weapon. A loud snap fills the air as he breaks the wood off. Then, like a phoenix rising from the ashes,, Zoro stands up. Although his legs tremble slightly, he still lifts his swords and fights off the Indigo pirates. Some seem to drop their weapons in surrender, seeing that not even death can grasp this demon of a man.

You want to call for him but Sanji firmly grabs your arm and pulls you on board. "Come on, he can handle himself."

Having hidden on the lower deck, you're not sure what happened on the shore and onboard the ship until you saw none other but Roronoa Zoro, stumbling down the stairs and almost falling on the floor. Luffy, Usopp and even Sanji yell and nag at him to get his wound looked at while Nami keeps calling him different variations of "stupid" but Zoro only curses at them and tells a less savoury "Leave me alone".

Maybe thirty minutes pass by until the emotions die down or are at least well hidden. Your four friends sit around the kitchen, all strangely silent. They all give you a curious look when you let out a heavy sigh and march towards Zoro's room. He's going to die one day, obviously, but it's not going to be today. And definitely not because he put your safety before his own. What kind of rom-com death would that be?

Zoro is facing you with his back when you swing the door open without even knocking first. You seem to have interrupted his rather poor attempt at bandaging the hole in his chest. He looks over his shoulder, his face bearing an expression of annoyance.

"What do you want?"

You toss a handful of medical supplies on top of the chest with his belongings. The fresh dressings, a small bottle of alcohol, a needle and a thread tell quite the story, lying next to the bloodied head of a spear with splinters coming out of where the long shaft should be. It's still hardly believable what he did back there.

"When you get an infection, you green-haired idiot," you speak with your hands crossed on your chest. It's clear as day - you're pissed off, "it will be Sanji spoon-feeding you. I'm sure you'll be having the time of your life then."

Your sarcastic remark doesn't seem to phase him. The wrinkle between Zoro's eyebrows only gets deeper.

"I'm fine. I've been worse," he says with an exasperated sigh. "Just piss off," the man groans in a low voice.

Maybe if he wasn't already injured, you'd punch him straight in the jaw. "Stop being a stubborn ass," you raise your voice, "and let me help you."

Zoro rolls his eyes dramatically. Making a show of his discontentment, he sits on the edge of his hammock. If he was just a few yours younger maybe he'd stomp his feet too, as befits a toddler he seems to have chosen to act like.

Minutes go by in silence as you clean the deep would and do your best suturing it. Meanwhile, Zoro doesn't even wince. He's perfectly calm and collected, almost as though his soul has left his body and gone for a stroll.

By the looks of it, you haven't stitched wounds many times and Sanji would probably be better at this, with his experienced hands and all, but that would require Zoro to be either already dead or at least unconscious. There's no other way he'd willingly let those slimy fingers touch him.

“They say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach," you say under your breath as you tighten the knot on the last suture. The last thing you want is the deep wound reopening. "I guess going through his ribs works too.”

"A lot more efficient." The swordsman chuckles but his laughter soon turns into winces and groans. Although he's not going to bleed to death anymore, the rather large hole in his chest is this painful and not something to trifle with.

"A spear nearly pierced right through you and you're having a laugh?" You nod with approval. He's impressed you, you have to give him that. "Roronoa Zoro, you command respect."

A silence falls between you again as you put back the collection of medical supplies you've managed to find aboard. Little do you know, Zoro's watchful gaze doesn't leave you. He seems to be intensely thinking about something.

"Thanks," he finally spits out. "I would rather die than let Sanji spoon-feed me."

It's not the wraith of death that scared him into letting you patch him up - it was the cook in a striped shirt. Really? Roronoa Zoro is a lot of things but "ordinary" or "predictable" is not one of them.

You burst into laughter. "Unfortunately," you manage to breathe out, "I would have loved to see that."

He shakes his head in disapproval but his lips are curved into a grin. "I hate you."

"No, you don't, big guy," you answer as you playfully poke his arm. It's still covered in dried blood and sweat.

His dark eyes stare into yours with a strange glint to them. It's almost like amusement but not entirely - it's deeper, much deeper. "Yeah, I don't," he whispers.

Everything happens so fast: Zoro grabs your neck and pulls you flush against himself, crashing his lips against yours. Involuntarily you yelp, which elicits a chuckle from the man. On one hand, you're surprised with his sudden declaration of passion but on the other hand, you're relieved. Of course, you have joked that Zoro must be in love with you to be so annoying most of the time but rarely did you consider it a real possibility. He just... didn't seem like a man who loves, only desires. But now, when he's kissing you so desperately and eagerly, you feel stupid for ever thinking such thoughts. As his hand roams your body, you begin to wonder whether all of this has always been this funny - every one of your friends already knew the feelings you had for each other, except the two of you. Something so obvious it's easily overlooked.

It makes you think that he was, actually, scared of losing but not his life. He was scared of losing someone.

[baba-the-yagaa]

the funeral cortege has passed, Paris lies in waiting. Not even a week into June of 1832, and tensions run high...

[89rooms]

And I’ll go away lightning myself in the shadows And constellations of the eyes of night.

Guillaume Apollinaire - 'Cortege,' Alcools

[nearmike]

Would love to hear more about the pre-wedding from the royal AU

Here we are, just a small prequel about Prince George's first meeting with King Lewis

"The Prince bowed gently, as his rank required him to do, after Alex presented him. King Lewis smiled amiably at him and nodded politely before taking a couple of steps towards the Prince. As per ceremony he took George's right hand and lowered himself to kiss the ring that sealed their bond, the ring would pass to his left hand once they were married.

-My king, your castle is enchanting, it will be an honour to reside in it with you- George said in the firm voice of someone who had practised those words for a long time

-Not as much as you, My Prince. Your father sent me a portrait of you, but it does not do justice to your beauty- George knew that the King also had a script to fulfil, but those words made him blush up to his ears. King Lewis was not what he had expected, the gossip about him was about his achievements and his personality but no one had bothered to tell George that he was also very handsome -Let's go inside, I have rooms set up for your cortege so they can leave in the morning well-rested. In an hour we will serve dinner, you are all invited to the banquet- having said that, he led the Prince by the hand inside the castle"

[arinaolan]

"It felt like ants crawling on his skin. When he was nine, he burned them with a bright beam of light, pointing the magnifying glass at one and another, and smiled. Were the innocent ant souls taking revenge on him? Was it really his time to burn? Sometimes it seemed like his team members were like ants. There were a lot of them. And they died just as easily. His father's subordinates would panic and scatter like ants when they saw those masked idiots coming. They'd die immediately. It was so simple. So sad. A stray bullet spares no one. It's his time to lead this cortege. He's the ant's womb now. He liked to call himself king better."

[questcequecestqueca]

Dorothea Lange - Funeral Cortege, End of an Era in a Small Valley Town, California, 1936