When I was young I thought this was the United States anthem https://youtu.be/Svki4Rp9tlU
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
He was conscious of, but could not apprehend, their wayward and flickering existence. His own identity was fading out into a grey impalpable world: the solid world itself, which these dead had one time reared and lived in, was dissolving and dwindling.
A shameful consciousness of his own person assailed him. He saw himself as a ludicrous figure, acting as a pennyboy for his aunts, a nervous, well-meaning sentimentalist, orating to vulgarians and idealising his own clownish lusts, the pitiable fatuous fellow he had caught a glimpse of in the mirror. Instinctively he turned his back more to the light lest she might see the shame that burned upon his forehead.
The Lass of Aughrim
^ thought this sounded Irish hahaha
He could have flung his arms about her hips and held her still, for his arms were trembling with desire to seize her and only the stress of his nails against the palms of his hands held the wild impulse of his body in check.
The blood went bounding along his veins; and the thoughts went rioting through his brain, proud, joyful, tender, valorous.
The horse was whipped up and the cab rattled off along the quay amid a chorus of laughter and adieus.
Large Reclining Nude, 1935
THE COCTEAU TWINS, PHOTO SESSION. CIRCA 1990'S BY PAUL COX.