/lit/ - Literature

>>17063347
It’s hard to translate poetry. Never saw any Polish to English. Now I’m curious.

>>17063576
As it always should be.

>>17064777
A courtesan. It’s very popular of course. Try it.

>>16430535
You don’t think she was lesbian?
I did include bisexuals. Wasn’t Vidal supposed to be bisexual even?

And
* Wilde
Woolf
Winterson
Wittig
Winsloe

>>16343276
Yourcenar

>>16344157
>>16346366
>>16346970
Nobody’s perfect.

>>15834443
They’re aggressive brutes, you know.

>>15835158
All males are chromosomal mutations

>>15348072
Tomboys are often bisexuals, Camodius

>>15159097
Just me.
I only aspire to write a couple of books. Got nothing solid for you yet. So off topic posts really.

>>14206508
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>>14206519
Same. Armenian and Persian women are usually pretty nice all around.

>>13362768
Disqualified.

In her last interview with Olivia, Mlle Julie says obscurely:

“It has been a struggle all my life—but I have always been victorious—I was proud of my victory.” And then her voice changed, broke, deepened, softened, became a murmur: “I wonder now whether defeat wouldn’t have been better for us all—as well as sweeter.” Another long pause. She turned now and looked at me, and smiled. “You, Olivia, will never be victorious, but if you are defeated—” how she looked at me! “when you are defeated—” she looked at me in a way that made my heart stand still and the blood rush to my face, to my forehead, till I seemed to be wrapped in flame—then she suddenly broke off and brushed her hand across her eyes, as if brushing away an importunate vision.

Here, just as in the farewell scene in The Child Manuela, a teacher renounces not only the girl she loves but her own braver, more demanding self. “It has been a struggle all my life,” says Mlle Julie (echoing Bernburg’s “That’s what one has to fight, what one has to conquer, what one has to kill”). The difference here is that Dorothy Strachey Bussy allows Mlle Julie a “change” of voice at this point, a brief surrender to the “sweeter” possibilities that could follow from “defeat” in the struggle to repress desire. The teacher moves from considering Olivia’s life “if” she gives in to desire, to predicting what it will be “when” she does; Mlle Julie, at this moment of heightened romance, seems to be practically ordering Olivia—as a medieval lady might send out her knight—to go forth and explore all the erotic possibilities that Julie herself has renounced. So a story that in the hands of a more conventional author would probably have ended with a shuddering denunciation of girls’ schools here becomes a profound drama of awakening.

>>13300828
Only the dumbest parts