Hades: Hey, has anybody seen my top?
Hecate: yeah, Persephone is in the garden
Hades:
Hecate:
Hades: HECATE?!!!
Hecate: Am I wrong?
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I need a Dionysus in my life
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Achilles, thinking: Wow Patroclus is so graceful and beautiful
[Patroclus, trips and falls over his own feet]
Achilles: gorgeous
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achilles: *says something egotistical*
odysseus: aristos achilles, always having to be on top.
patroclus: *starts laughing from the other corner of the room*
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“It is better to know one book intimately than a hundred superficially” (Tartt, 31).
I am absolutely fascinated by the fame and reverence this quote from the Secret History has achieved. It terrifies me. Let me explain.
Who’s line is this? Oh, yes. Professor Julian Morrow. Julian, in his lecture on how death begets beauty, on how Dionysian madness lends immortality. Julian, who isolates the greek class, buries them in the glories of the past and in their privilege, and submerges them beneath illusions until his students can’t tell right from wrong and real from imagined.
These words are satire. This is NOT a lesson any teacher should impart, and should NOT be beloved and relatable. In one sentence, Donna Tartt summarizes the entire cautionary tale of the novel: the selective, warped, and obsessive view on life the greek class held, born from entitlement and cultivated by Julian, led the students to tear themselves to pieces.
What’s more, the way people quote it all the time makes this line all the more haunting. Widespread parroting of Julian’s teachings only reinforces Donna’s themes: human minds are easily manipulatable, it can be hard to think critically about what you are taught and what you read, and that the easy, self-assured conviction belonging to the reader that, “I, personally, would have behaved differently than Henry, Richard, Francis, Camilla, Charles, and Bunny” is nothing but another illusion.
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*random mortal approaching Apollo*
Apollo: You're not my type.
Mortal: But I could be.
Apollo: Bet you couldn't.
Mortal:What's your type?
Apollo: Black hair.
Mortal:I am downstairs.
Apollo: Blood thristy.
Mortal: Check.
Apollo: Packing nine inches and a fucking god.
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Apollo: How do you tell your partner that you want to have sex?
Hermes: Dunno about you but Iris would pin me down and say “Taste the rainbow motherfucker”.
Dionysus: Interesting.
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Looking at you brings me peace
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Imagine Percy is doing a tour of Camp Half-Blood for a new camper. They see a crazy guy with a bright orange and red Hawaian shirt, plaid shorts and ginormous headphones approaching them.
New camper: Percy, look out! There's a creepy guy coming over. I think we should be quiet and walk fast.
Percy: *starts laughing hysterically*
The creepy guy stares at them, with his scary purple eyes.
Percy: THAT’S MR D! DIONYSIUS!
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Hades: I fear no man. But this...
(Hades points at Demeter.)
Hades: ... This terrifies me.
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