what do you mean, i can’t just daydream until the end of my days about highly aesthetic and perfectly detailed written stories and be the mysterious forgotten character who secretly becomes part of the story?
What always amazed me is how Richard always said what a great friend Bunny was after his death despite everything that happened during the story.
Bunny was a shitty friend not only towards Richard, but also towards the rest of the group and Camilla who Richard was supposably in love with.
I’m not saying any of them were good people, all in saying is Bunny was not great either.
He was a misogynistic homophobe who took advantage of everyone around him without the ounce of gratitude and was ready to expose any little secret when he pleased.
He treated Francis badly. He treated Camilla terribly. He bullied Richard with presumptions about him and California. Richard was scared of him.
And then Bunny died (with a little help) and Richard spent the rest of the book saying I miss my good friend Bunny, my non-horrible, non-problematic friend who was deep down a good person.
What a load of flying crap.
I know that in most cultures people are not supposed to talk ill of the dead but dying doesn’t make nobody a saint. If he was a misogynistic homophobe, now he’s just a deceased misogynistic homophobe.
A conclusive proof that the “ineffable husbands” are asexual.
In most allosexual parings you can clearly spot who is the top or who’s the bottom. Examples:
Tsoa: Patroclus has the top energy, Achilles is a bottom
Tsh: Francis is a top with Richard and a bottom with Charles
Merlin: Arthur thinks he’s a top but is a bottom
Hp: Sirius is a bottom, Remus is a top (although he feels like he shouldn’t)
GO: Anathema is a top, Newton is a bottom
You can’t tell who is which in case of Anthony Walking Anxiety Crowley and mr. Aziraphale Zira Fall. They are neither top nor bottom, their energy don’t match with it. Why? Because they are asexual.
“Cracking open a ginger ale in the harsh cold of October with brown rimmed glasses sliding down my nose bridge ever so often, I tried to find warmth in the layers of my coat. To a random passer-by I certainly looked mad as I gathered up small, yellow leaves to mark the quotes in my book-but I’d like to think that the characters adorning those pages would have been infatuated by me. Franz Gordon’s “The French Library” was blasting through my ears, and yet it was unsuccessful when it came to taming down the noise of the outside world. Cars were racing left and right, their engines roaring and klaxons honking repeatedly. In some ways the noise had been appropriate, it matched Richard’s state of mind whilst he was in Plano. Oh, but the headlights were horrific, they made my eyes hurt terribly, and even words blurred up from time to time. The ginger ale wasn’t sitting right with me, more so, it was actually making me sick; yet, I continued to drink it. Was that a form of self-torture as well? Probably, I didn’t care that much. I was so absorbed in the book, that finally, the world had turned silent. Recently, I had learnt that there is no stillness in big cities. There is no time for rest, silence and peace. The world of men appears too never be silent. Even the nights are noisy. I had craved silence and solitude for so long and rereading “The Secret History” has finally brought them to me.” -an excerpt from my journal entry
Me: I can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot girl shit.
Me: *Accidentally killing a farmer while in the midst of Dionysian revelry with my friends because our charismatic classics teacher told us that Bacchanals are fun and cool*
If I saw a group of pretentious-looking but very attractive nerds wrongly conjugating Greek verbs, I would simply not join their Dionysian murder cult. RIP to Richard Papen but I’m different.
Ok yes, I support eating the rich but… Have you ever considered guillotining them instead? Think about it. Guillotines are way more dramatic and aesthetic. Besides, guillotines have that 1700s France feel and they give off great dark academia vibes.
new video about the two playlists I made inspired by dark academia and The Secret History. you can listen to these songs while writing, reading or at any other time <3
“There are such things as ghosts. People everywhere have always known that. And we believe in them every bit as much as Homer did. Only now, we call them by different names. Memory. The unconscious.”
