But Think'st Thou Heaven Is Such A Glorious Thing? I Tell Thee, Faustus, It Is Not Half So Fair As Thou

“But think'st thou heaven is such a glorious thing? I tell thee, Faustus, it is not half so fair As thou”

[13,000 scholars yelling ‘GAAAAAY’ in the distance]

No matter what its name or provenance, it is believed that the arrival of Europeans on Hispaniola unleashed the fukú on the world, and we’ve all been in the shit ever since. Santo Domingo might be fukú’s Kilometer Zero, its port of entry, but we are all of us its children, whether we know it or not.

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Díaz, 2 (via chronicles-of-a-slow-reader)

Choice, it seemed, was one of the first casualties of war.

Kate Atkinson, Transcription (via quoted-books)

And write a deed of gift with thine owe blood,

Mephistophilis, Dr. Faustus, Act 2 Scene 1 (via wholesomeobsessive)

from art objects: essays in ecstasy and effrontery, which is an undeniably great title.

“Philosophy is odious and obscure; Both law and physic are for petty wits; Divinity is basest of the three, Unpleasant, harsh, contemptible, and vile. ‘Tis magic, magic that hath ravished me.

Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus (via wholesomeobsessive)