In an hour there will be a knock on my door and I will hold your mother’s hand —
My sweet — these nights in Abydos have been long and difficult.
They say I must die.
King Agamemnon offends the goddess Artemis on his way to…
Lust, mania, and mass psychogenic illness in Picnic at Hanging Rock.
Think no more for the dead.
So close that she would feel her breath, Polina caught her whisper —
Celebrating Anne Brontë’s 201th birthday