Ah, come my friend, up to the rooftop, where we may take a load off our feet, fill our pipes with bitter-sweet opium and dream of what is and what might've been.
Jean Lecomte du Nouÿ — Dream of a Eunuch — 1874
Elizabeth Montgomery
30 minutes ago
3 comments:
That's what I like about the 1870s, high on metaphor, low on subtlety.
Hey, Thom, Golden Age Comic Book Stories is gone. Any idea what's up with Mr Door Tree?
Well, now it's back. Never mind.
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