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cm-lily · 1 day
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I read a fanfic once, I forgot which one. But in that fic, they have this idea where Gem and Grian's base has this... Foggy vibe to it. Like compare it to the cherry mountain that's all pink and petals and then you have these two bases which are straight up The Horrors™
I Just love that idea
So much I've been thinking, what if the whole Magic Mountain is surrounded by fog? A magic fog and mist that just always surround the area and got thicker as the sun set further. The area always seems cloudy. As if there is an eternal cloud forever covering the mountains. It's either raining, or storm, or cloudy. The only time it's clear is when Grian finally got his mending book, the pink snail arrive, and it switch to storm when Scar got the mending book. (He got struck by lightning a few time if he reaches that area)
Joel's base not only has lantern illuminating it, but souls as well. They didn't stay idle, but never went too far. Some of them even transform, Into tanuki or fox or wolves and even Koi fish and Axolotl. That fly in the air instead of water, obviously.
Sometimes there's things passing by on Impulse's build. Something tall and slender, with long limbs and sharp claws. They're not Enderman, Enderman don't crawl. Impulse said they're cool if you pretend they didn't exist and just let them... Lurks around.
Something is wrong with Mumbo's base. I want to call it decaying, but it's not. It's more like redstone veins appear around the blackened grass, the air smells like gunpowder and something acid. Or maybe copper.
Many hermits had reported seeing the sight of a statue angel that just appear on top of Skizz's unfinished Pyramid. It appear when they're looking at it, but then they look around and it's gone. The statue has never been in the same position everytime someone look at it.
Most people don't like going to Scar's base at night, not only because of how creepy it look like surrounded by those fog. Like the rest of them, something strange always happens. Like animals looking bigger and more beast-like the moment night arrive, ever seen a cow just grows multiple horns and it sounds like those horn are breaking out of it's skull? Or that one time, one time his horse stand up on two feet? Probably not. Scar said they're harmless. Except for the snail—he said. The snail isn't his. That's why they damaged his build and become a nuisance.
(There was once a time, a time where clouds whirled around his ore pillar, clouds that are made of limbs and hand and eyes and it just stretched and climb down from the pillar. It never reach the ground, fortunately.)
Grian never stopped fishing. Even if it rains or stormed outside. He's smelly and that's why snails like him and his horse don't. Totally not because Pluto saw him turn into giant mer-man with many eyes and tails and sharp tooth. Definitely not. Don't feel weird when you feel like you're being watched. Or because shadow-like silhouette wander around his wheat farm, or a silhouette of something massive that was illuminated everytime lightning strikes, looking down from the cherry mountain toward his and Gem's base and, occasionally, you felt like you found a body you recognize in the water—
And that's where Gem comes in! Gem is someone who stopped you before you decide to jump in the water and check who's that corpse is. And the one who shooed off the many eyes that lurk in the muddy river side of Grian's base. Grian hates her for that but there's nothing he can do. Gem, like Grian, is someone who can walk in the middle of the storm unharmed. Most of the time, she make sure that none of the hermits fell into the trick of her other neighbors.
just don't let that distract you from the fact one of her build is actually sentient and breathing and is always staring at you. Or the fact there's blood around the rocky shores if you squint into the dark river/soon-to-be-ocean. Or the fact that, just like the angler, the skull always felt like it's watching even if there's no actually eyes in it's socket. Gem is always present when you want to have a tour or just so happened to passed that area, but... If she's not there to guide you, would it even be worth it to be stabbed with a trident and got dragged into the water?
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alas-pooryorick · 1 year
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On the perils of being clever
Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery
Winnie-the-Pooh, A.A. Milne
The Bacchae, Euripides
The Magic Mountain, Thomas Mann
The Importance of Being Earnest, Oscar Wilde
Equal Rites, Terry Pratchett
Fight Club, dir. David Fincher
Free, Florence + The Machine
Fight Club, dir. David Fincher
I Know It‘s Over, The Smiths
The Mysterious Affair at Styles, Agatha Christie
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j-ayne · 7 months
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"At all events October was before the door, it might enter any day."
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thequietabsolute · 3 months
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New book // 31st. Jan. 2024.
Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain
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flameswallower · 9 months
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My partner's real time Der Zauberberg project started today! It's the perfect time to sign up!
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“He probably was mediocre after all, though in a very honorable sense of that word.”
~ The Magic Mountain, Thomas Mann
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seventhraggedtiger · 1 year
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the fact that he's a male version of madame chauchat is definitely just a way to please the gays like me
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aleksakonstanta · 9 months
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But for new, it is enough for us to remind everyone how quickly a number of days, indeed a great number, can pass when one spends them as a patient in bed. It is always the same day – it just keeps repeating itself. Although since it is always the same day, it is surely not correct to speak of “repetition”. One should speak of monotony, of an abiding now, of eternalness. Someone brings you your midday soup, the same soup they brought you yesterday and will bring again tomorrow. And in that moment it comes over you – you don’t know why or how, but you feel dizzy watching them bring in the soup. The tenses of verbs become confused, they blend and what is now revealed to you as the true tense of all existence is the “inelastic present,” the tense in which they bring you soup for all eternity. But one can’t speak of boredom, because boredom comes with the passing of time – and that would be a paradox in relation to eternity.
Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain
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Disease has nothing refined about it, nothing dignified. Such a conception is in itself pathological, or at least tends in that direction.
Settembrini in The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann
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My breakfast buddy for the next little while.
Book: The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann (translated by John Wood)
Beverage: Caribou Reindeer Blend in my beautiful hand made mug from Joe Sink Pottery.
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postersbykeith · 1 year
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aquiyaceunpajaro · 1 year
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mozartalive · 1 year
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"Music is energy in itself, yet not as idea, rather in its actuality. I call your attention to the fact that that is almost the definition of God. Imitatio Dei - I am surprised that it is not forbidden."  - Thomas Mann, Doktor Faustus
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   Let me mention another, perhaps dearer example of Clavdia's place within the dark-and-light logic of the novel: Hans's description of his boat ride at twilight. The topos is first introduced as Hans listens to Settembrini's portrayal of his (Settembrini's) grandfather, whose world Hans takes to be so radically different from that of his own grandfather. His comparison of the two worlds reminds Hans of his boat ride on a lake one evening, when he sat poised between the day and night, the setting sun and rising moon, shuttling his enraptured attention rapidly and repeatedIy between the two. At the end of the same chapter, the narrator informs us that Hans has been conscientiously heeding Settembrini's educative discourse on patriotism, the dignity of man, and beautiful literature only in order to license his thoughts in another, opposite direction (in anderer, in entgegengesetzter Richtung, Mann's emphasis!), namely, in that of Clavdia. When he thinks of her as Settembrini talks, he is again reminded of his day-bright/moon-night experience. One reading might take the topos as opposing Clavdia to Settembrini, her misty eastern night sky to his clear western daylight, with Hans poised between them. But another reading might note that the entire topos is actually applied to Clavdia alone, who is made to encompass and include both poles, both worlds, much as was the case with her contemplated photograph. That is, she is the opposite (die Entgegengensetzte) of Settembrini in not accepting opposition—or rather, opposition that denies and excludes from itself half its terms. And this includes not accepting the gender and erotic distinctions that traditionally accompany such oppositions and on which Bildung traditionally depends.
Eric Downing, from ‘Photography and Bildung in The Magic Mountain’ in Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain: A Case Book.
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