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working on the thread I promised two years ago

working on the thread I promised two years ago

When I look, I think of life

Q/ what's the protégé effect? a psychological phenomenon where teaching, pretending to teach, or preparing to teach information to others helps a person learn that information.

"I am dirty, Milena. Infinitely dirty. This is why I scream so much about purity. No one sings as purely as those who inhabit the deepest hell- what we take to be the song of angels is their song." —Franz Kafka

Brutus: But this same day Must end that work the ides of March begun. And whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take. Forever and forever farewell, Cassius. If we do meet again, why, we shall smile. If not, why then this parting was well made. Cassius: Forever and forever farewell, Brutus. If we do meet again, we’ll smile indeed. If not, ’tis true this parting was well made.

Make me acquainted with your cause of grief

Men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive

Cowards die many times before their deaths, the valiant never taste of death but once: Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, it seems to me most strange that men should fear, seeing that death, a necessary end will come, when it will come.

Th' abuse of greatness is when it disjoins Remorse from power. And, to speak truth of Caesar, I have not known when his affections swayed More than his reason. But ’tis a common proof That lowliness is young ambition’s ladder, Whereto the climber upward turns his face. But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend

Those that with haste will make a mighty fire