I'm starting to think about an essay I've got to write. I don't even know what I'm doing it on, really, just that it's vaguely about EUROPE, LITERATURE and working out how to smear bullshit all over my laptop. You know, convincingly.
But
But
But
all i can think about is fucking Julien Sorel. As in, I want to fuck him. I really, really want to fuck him. He's this character in Stendhal's The Red and the Black who reads history books and daydreams all the time in his father's carpentry shop, gets beat on for being clever, gets pretty much sold to be the tutor to these kids in an influential family. He fucks the lady of the house STUD gets sent away when everyone finds out, has various affairs across france...etc.etc.etc.
he's completely disaffected. he's dangerous. he's unpredictable. he shot his onetruelove and she still came and visited him in prison.
he is achingly achingly beautiful
and I know I sound crazy, right about now.
but I don't want to write an essay.
I want to fuck Julien Sorel.
(and nikolai levin.
oh. nikolai levin)
oh.
oh.
oh.
oh.
oh.
oh.
oh.
oh.
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