His voice was a hesitating, muted baritone, wonderfully melodious, although it never left the middle range in strength and pitch. Voice, gesture, look, all radiated the peace of understanding and goodness…his German had a hard accent, like that of the German spoken by the Czechs. The Czech accent of the German which I am thinking of is harsh…Kafka’s speech never made this impression. It seemed angular because of the inner tension: every word a stone.
– Gustav Janouch, Conversations with Kafka
Here let me remark that Kafka, as if to compensate for the remarkable gift he had of musical speech, had no talent for pure music.
This is why I strongly advocate for an alien invasion movie but set in like 1142. The Anarchy is in full swing.
it’d be so good. Everyone would map theological explanations of the aliens onto them. It’d be so much fun.
Aliens: Take us to your leader. Jocelyn, Peasant: All right. Um, which one? Are you for King Stephen or the Empress Maude? Aliens: Um– Jocelyn: I recommend Empress Maude. King Stephen is a lying usurper. Aliens: All right, Empress Maude. Take us to her. Jocelyn: I always new God was on our side. Aliens: Jocelyn: You’re angels right? Come to bring us portends and tidings of the divine? Aliens: Or to massacre you. Jocelyn: That makes sense. We’re very sinful. We deserve whatever punishment it is God has seen fit to bestow upon us. Aliens: Aliens: Aliens: Wow.
People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can’t rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.
To stop it from conquering the planet they injected human brain cells from an incompetent weirdo into a seperate mouse and then put the two mice in the same cage so the silly mouse will always frustrate the terrifying genius mouse’s plans
The rest of the elves in the undying lands: the fact that any elf can fall in love with a human is sad and somewhat puzzling. We mourn Luthian and Arwen who dared to choose mortal life. That such a union is possible is both wonderous and sorrowful. We solemnly welcome the ringbearers though, the only ones who are not elves welcome in the undying lands due to the great burden they carried for the salvation of the world
Legolas showing up late on a half sunk raft holding up Gimli: HEY EVERYONE I MADE IT! MEET MY DWARF GIMLI! WE TOTALLY GOT MARRIED!
The other elves: (⊙_⊙)
Galadriel: this is hilarious. I love it! I completely and utterly give my full approval!
The other elves: щ(゜ロ゜щ)
“Meet my dwarf,” like there are many dwarves he could have brought but this one is his.
Legolas: I don’t know why everyone’s so shocked I can’t possibly be the first elf to do this.
Other Elves: YOU ARE DEFINITELY THE FIRST ELF TO DO THIS, YES!!!
Legolas: …Oh.
*whispered conversation with Gimli*
Legolas: Well tough beans if you want your own dwarves you’ll have to sail back for them yourselves.
