The Secret History Set In The Modern Day And Everything Is The Same Except Francis Has No Less Than Four

Tsh fandom has many many faults but by far the most irritating is when they decide to nitpick which actions are justifiable or even non-existant and which are disproportionately vile and irredeemable just so they can place some characters (francis, camilla) on a higher moral plane than others (bunny, charles) like they weren't all equally awful people and the point wasnt that they were all batshit crazy

bunny’s the type of friend to take a HORRIBLE DISGUSTING facetime photo of you and just keep it and send it to the groupchat when you say anything remotely singh to him.

somebody had probably done this before but

I love it when Richard unlocks the concept of having a backbone

The Secret History destroyed my life like what do you mean I can't drink wine and study classical literature and spend the nights in a countryside mansion with piano echoing through the dark halls and break through the confines of humanity in a bacchanal and commit a string of murders and try to escape but eventually kill myself in a blaze of glory, ultimately shattering the lives of the people around me? That I can't escape the cognitive mode of experience and transcend the accident of my moment of being? That I can't lose my self, lose it utterly? What do you mean I can't live without thinking?

“It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown I back, throat to the stars, "more like deer than human being." To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.” ― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

camilla feeling like a deer during the bacchanal and henry accidentally killing a deer is what im thinking about today

i’m literally richard papen (always sleeping yet never sleeping, most likely malnourished, gay and in denial, going insane and detached from reality at all times :33)

girlhood means wanting to be like henry winter but ending up being a mix of francis abernathy and richard papen

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*again, excuse the annotations; I read this a while ago please bear with me O-O<3