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The Tragedy of Julius Caesar, Act I Scene: 2

Soothsayer. Caesar! Caesar. Ha! who calls? Casca. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! Caesar. Who is it in the press that calls on me?  I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry ‘Caesar!’ Speak; Caesar is turn’d to hear. Soothsayer. Beware the ides of March. Caesar. What man is that? Brutus. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. Caesar. Set him before me; let me see his face. Cassius. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar. Caesar. What say'st thou to me now? speak once again. Soothsayer. Beware the ides of March. Caesar. He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.

( Sculpture: Andrea di Pietro di Marco Ferrucci c. 1512-1514, Julius Caesar) 

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—Marie Howe, from Magdalene Afterwards in "Magdalene: Poems"

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Of Ghosts and Spirits Walking by Night by Ludwig Lavater, 1572.

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Samuel Beckett, from The Complete Dramatic Works; “Endgame,”

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"To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd."

-William Shakespeare; Hamlet

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“I love the autumn–that melancholy season that suits memories so well. When the trees have lost their leaves, when the sky at sunset still preserves the russet hue that fills with gold the withered grass, it is sweet to watch the final fading of the fires that until recently burnt within you.”

— Gustave Flaubert, from November (Hesperus Press, 2005; 1842) (via crimsonkismet)

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Painting: Glenn Gould by Valeriya Lakrisenko

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𝙾𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙸𝚝𝚢𝚜 (𝟷𝟾𝟾𝟷)

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“This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.” ― Franz Kafka

1. Sylvia Plath | 2. Anne Magill | 3. Franz Kafka | 4. Cathy Hegman | 5. Haruki Murakami | 6. Hope Gangloff | 7. Franz Kafka | 8,9. Sylvia Plath | 10. Cathy Hegman | 11. F. Scott Fitzgerald | 12. Cathy Hegman | 13. Haruki Murakami 

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“O villain, villain, smiling dammed villain! / that one may smile, and smile, and be a villain”

“something is rotten in the state of Denmark”

“The serpent that did sting thy fathers life now wears his crown”

“-is death of fathers, and who hath cried, From the first corse till he that died today, ‘this must be so’.”

(paintings portraying murder, paired with quotes from act 1 of William Shakespeare’s Hamlet relating to the murder of the king)

Ivan the terrible and his son - Ilya Repin / act 1 scene 5 / Saturn devouring his son - Francisco Goya / act 1 scene 4 / act 1 scene 5 / Dante and Virgil in hell - William-Adolphe Bouguereau / act 1 scene 5 / Judith slaying Holofernes - Artemisia Gentileschi / act 1 scene 2 / act 1 scene 1

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Quotes : Jonathan Safran Foer // Albert Camus // Donna Tartt // Donna Tartt // Friedrich Nietzsche // Edgar Allen Poe // Rainer Maria Rilke //

Art: 2. Adrian Ghenie // 4. Heinrich Gogarten // 5. Henrik Aa. Uldalen // 7. Michel Voogt // 8. Erika Seguín Colás // 9. Yanjun Cheng // 13. Henrik Aa. Uldalen // 14. Chris Veeneman // 17. Henrik Aa. Uldalen // 18. Maurice Sapiro

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Out, damned spot! out, I say!–One: two: why, then, ‘tis time to do’t.–Hell is murky!–Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?–Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him.

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William Shakespeare, Macbeth

[Text ID: “Stars, hide your fires: Let not light see my black and deep desires:”]

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William Shakespeare — Macbeth

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You turned aside from the labyrinth out of pride.

The sun is under eclipse, the day blotted out.

W.B. Yeats, from “The Tower,” The Tower: Poems