The evolving tastes of a film student in London.
Posts tagged Mervyn Peake
Fuchsia fell at full length and began to chew at the grass in front of her. Her eyes as they gazed upon the lake were still inflamed.
"I hate things! I hate all things! I hate and hate every single tiniest thing. I hate the world," said Fuchsia aloud, raising herself on her elbows, her face to the sky.
"I shall live alone. Always alone. In a house, or in a tree."
Fuchsia started to chew at a fresh grass blade.
"Someone will come then, if I live alone. Someone from another kind of world - a new world - not from this world, but someone who is different, and he will fall in love with me at once because I live alone and aren’t like the other beastly things in this world, and he’ll enjoy having me because of my pride." Titus Groan, Mervyn Peake.