That is a worship word! Smut worship! You will not speak it!
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Ineluctably
Get out of my head, Chinese oncology paper-mill dudes!
That is a worship word! Smut worship! You will not speak it!
That is a worship word! Smut worship! You will not speak it!
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As if spell-bound under the troublous sweet hesitation of the choriambics, she listened, very still. Very still, and dreamily, and with so soft an intonation that the words seemed but to take voiceless shape on her ambrosial breath, she answered, like an echo: Once more Love the limb-loosener shaketh me: Bitter-sweet, the dread Worm ineluctable.
HRMB: "...Bitter-sweet, the dread Worm ineluctable". This is what comes of spending too long doing Western Blots with your Chinese cousins.
Eddison was such a show-off, with his own translations from the poetess.
Livia: “Do you believe that the souls of criminals are eternally tormented?”
Claudius: “I have always been taught to believe that they are.”
Livia: “But the immortal gods are free from any fear of punishment, however many crimes they commit?”
Claudius: “ Well, Jove deposed his father and killed one of his grandsons and incestuously married his sister, and…yes, I agree….They none of them have a good moral reputation. And certainly the Judges of the Mortal Dead have no jurisdiction over them.”
Livia: “Exactly. You see now why it’s all-important for me to become a Goddess…..And I want you to swear that you’ll do all in your power to see that I become a Goddess as soon as possible, because—oh, don’t you see?—until he makes me a Goddess, I’ll be in Hell, suffering the most frightful torments, the most exquisite, ineluctable torments.”
Feel better now?
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