Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Monday, September 1, 2014
Lysander:… And she, sweet lady, dotes,
devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.
William Heath Robinson, from A midsummer-night’s dream, by William Shakespeare, New York, 1914.
Couple Embracing - William Ladd Taylor
Sebastián de Llanos y Valdés - The Head of Saint John the Baptist
omg I had this book when I was little! It was called like Gus The Friendly Ghost or something.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
“Bees are the smallest of birds. They are born from the bodies of oxen, or from the decaying flesh of slaughtered calves; worms form in the flesh and then turn into bees. Bees live in community, choose the most noble among them as king, have wars, and make honey. Their laws are based on custom, but the king does not enforce the law; rather the lawbreakers punish themselves by stinging themselves to death. Bees are afraid of smoke and are excited by noise. Each has its own duty: guarding the food supply, watching for rain, collecting dew to make honey, and making wax from flowers.”
From a medieval bestiary.
People from the past were dumber than hell and I’m lovin it