THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utterance to a threat. After all, this was the first time I'd brought up the issue with Fortunato – just because I was at a 10 emotionally didn't mean he could read my mind.
You would think that after The Secret Garden, another Burnett book about a while child from India who is sent to England for some vague form of education would not be my jam.
"Did he lose it? Did he lose it? Right now?" Here is a video of a moose losing an antler. He shook his head, and off it came. (Do not watch it with the sound on. The jaunty music will fool you.)
"Sorry, I need to put you on hold – or not hold, I need to put the phone down for a second because it's a hotel phone and they have cords. There's no milk in my tea. I have to go get some milk, I'll be right back, please don't worry."
Orpheus is one of those great Greek figures who stuck around long enough to get every single myth eventually attributed to him. He invented music, sort of, but he also become a figure of mourning after failing to rescue his wife Eurydice from the Underworld (on account of
looking back at her before she was 100% rescued
), but he's also credited with introducing pederasty to Thrace (!!!)
