Others, ages dead, have wooed other men with my eyes; other men have heard the pleading of the same voice that now sounds in your ears. The hands of the dead are in my bosom; they move me, they pluck me, they guide me; I am a puppet at their command; and I but reinform features and attributes that have long been laid aside from evil in the quiet of the grave.
Robert Louis Stevenson, “Olalla”
One shilling?  A bargain, I tell you.

One shilling?  A bargain, I tell you.

(Source: monstercrazy)

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Edward Gorey
Sevasblog

monstercrazy:

Edward Gorey

Sevasblog

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Friday, 25th January
For his day of work he indemnified himself by nights of roaring, blackguardly enjoyment; and when the balance had been struck, the organ that he called his conscience declared itself content.
Robert Louis Stevenson, “The Body-Snatcher”
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Friday, 18th April