If We Were Villains

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Деллехер оказался не столько академическим учреждением, сколько культом - диковинной, фанатичной религией, где любой поступок можно оправдать во имя муз.

«When you enter the theatre, there are three things you must leave at the door: dignity, modesty, and personal space.»

The thing about Shakespeare is, he's so eloquent... He speaks the unspeakable. He turns grief and triumph and rapture and rage into words, into something we can understand. He renders the whole mystery of humanity comprehensible. You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough.

She says, “Were you in love with him?”

“Yes,” I say, simply. James and I put each other through the kind of reckless passions Gwendolyn once talked about, joy and anger and desire and despair. After all that, was it really so strange? I am no longer baffled or amazed or embarrassed by it. “Yes, I was.” It’s not the whole truth. The whole truth is, I’m in love with him still.

“When did we become such terrible people?”

“Maybe we’ve always been terrible.”

The water, too, was still, and I thought, what liars they are, the sky and the water. Still and calm and clear, like everything was fine.

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.

Nothing unites men like a common enemy.

Whatever we did—or, more crucially, did not do—it seemed that so long as we did it together, our individual sins might be abated. There is no comfort like complicity.