Gigi. 20. Mortuus in anima curam gero cutis.

oh my god andrew bird is 100% a real life modern papageno and i justttttt realized that oh mymgjgg gofddddddddd it was all intended by the heavens and my life makes sense

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Her final words were a phrase that would haunt her brother for the rest of his life:  Promise me, Ned

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houghtonlib:

Spenser, Edmund, 1552?-1599. The faerie queene : disposed into twelve books, fashioning XII. morall vertues, 1590.

HEW 6.9.32

Houghton Library, Harvard University

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Me and my 18th century friends

Mahler’s widow reported that his last word was “Mozartl” (a diminutive, corresponding to ‘dear little Mozart’).
from Wikipedia via here (via beethoven)

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newyorker:

On the day of Hitler’s suicide, a squad of American soldiers found themselves face to face with the eighty-year-old composer and conductor Richard Strauss. Alex Ross reflects on the story of the encounter: http://nyr.kr/UqKUES

“Why do I find these tales mesmerizing? Perhaps it has to do with the awkward relationship that any child of the postwar American empire has with the old European colossus of classical music. No matter how deeply we bow before it, we feel like intruders, pulling into the driveways of the great composers and threatening them with eviction.”

Photograph by AP.

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20 Jahre Gala, 4/10/2014

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You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.

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Just to be clear, sir, you’re punishing me on the suspicion I may have taken something, the very existence of which you denied, something that, if it did exist, would rightfully belong to me anyway. 

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Joan of Arc by Albert Lynch (1851-1912)

engraving from Figaro Illustre magazine, 1903

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