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rionaleonhart) wrote2007-11-08 02:57 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2007-11-08 02:57 pm
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You Know The Furies Made Orestes Hallucinate His Way Through Silent Hill.
I am supposed to be reading the 1799 Prelude and one of its later (and much, much longer) revisions this week. I have been neglecting this somewhat, because dude, three essays, The Prelude can wait (NO, OBVIOUSLY UPDATING MY LIVEJOURNAL CANNOT, ahahaha oh dear I'm such a bad student), but I found this part at the beginning of the 1799 version and felt compelled to share it with you:
Sometimes strong desire
Resistless overpowered me, and the bird
Which was the captive of another's toils
Became my prey; and when the deed was done
I heard among the solitary hills
Low breathings coming after me, and sounds
Of undistinguishable motion, steps
Almost as silent as the turf they trod.
WORDSWORTH IN SILENT HILL, YOU GUYS. I shouldn't be allowed near, well, anything. Is there anything at all in my life that Silent Hill hasn't crept into somehow?
Sometimes strong desire
Resistless overpowered me, and the bird
Which was the captive of another's toils
Became my prey; and when the deed was done
I heard among the solitary hills
Low breathings coming after me, and sounds
Of undistinguishable motion, steps
Almost as silent as the turf they trod.
WORDSWORTH IN SILENT HILL, YOU GUYS. I shouldn't be allowed near, well, anything. Is there anything at all in my life that Silent Hill hasn't crept into somehow?
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