Thomas Liam
@thomasliam300.bsky.social
#TwoGents_2025
Speed:
...but you are so
without these follies, that these follies are within
you and shine through you like the water in an
urinal, that not an eye that sees you but is a
physician to comment on your malady.
(II.1.36-40)
Speed:
...but you are so
without these follies, that these follies are within
you and shine through you like the water in an
urinal, that not an eye that sees you but is a
physician to comment on your malady.
(II.1.36-40)
November 27, 2025 at 11:51 PM
#TwoGents_2025
Speed:
...but you are so
without these follies, that these follies are within
you and shine through you like the water in an
urinal, that not an eye that sees you but is a
physician to comment on your malady.
(II.1.36-40)
Speed:
...but you are so
without these follies, that these follies are within
you and shine through you like the water in an
urinal, that not an eye that sees you but is a
physician to comment on your malady.
(II.1.36-40)
Reposted by Thomas Liam
Sonnet 137
Thou blind fool, Love, what doest thou to mine eyes,
William Shakespeare
Thou blind fool, Love, what doest thou to mine eyes,
William Shakespeare
November 27, 2025 at 2:36 PM
Sonnet 137
Thou blind fool, Love, what doest thou to mine eyes,
William Shakespeare
Thou blind fool, Love, what doest thou to mine eyes,
William Shakespeare
#RachelCuskTogether
"...he was literally plagued by this sense of them as children in adults' bodies."
I often get the feeling that serious people are "playing" at the things they're doing, rather than earnestly doing them...lawyers, parents, chefs, gang members (don't ask).
"...he was literally plagued by this sense of them as children in adults' bodies."
I often get the feeling that serious people are "playing" at the things they're doing, rather than earnestly doing them...lawyers, parents, chefs, gang members (don't ask).
November 25, 2025 at 1:11 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
"...he was literally plagued by this sense of them as children in adults' bodies."
I often get the feeling that serious people are "playing" at the things they're doing, rather than earnestly doing them...lawyers, parents, chefs, gang members (don't ask).
"...he was literally plagued by this sense of them as children in adults' bodies."
I often get the feeling that serious people are "playing" at the things they're doing, rather than earnestly doing them...lawyers, parents, chefs, gang members (don't ask).
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 55
"'But you can't stop people coming in,' he said, 'and you can't ask what's in it for you when they do.'"
Day 55
"'But you can't stop people coming in,' he said, 'and you can't ask what's in it for you when they do.'"
November 25, 2025 at 1:06 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 55
"'But you can't stop people coming in,' he said, 'and you can't ask what's in it for you when they do.'"
Day 55
"'But you can't stop people coming in,' he said, 'and you can't ask what's in it for you when they do.'"
#TwoGents_2025
#2Gents_2025
Speed:
Ay sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her,
a laced mutton*, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a
lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
(I.1.97-99) Arden 3rd
* mutton - a promiscuous woman; a prostitute.
#2Gents_2025
Speed:
Ay sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her,
a laced mutton*, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a
lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
(I.1.97-99) Arden 3rd
* mutton - a promiscuous woman; a prostitute.
November 25, 2025 at 12:26 AM
#TwoGents_2025
#2Gents_2025
Speed:
Ay sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her,
a laced mutton*, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a
lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
(I.1.97-99) Arden 3rd
* mutton - a promiscuous woman; a prostitute.
#2Gents_2025
Speed:
Ay sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her,
a laced mutton*, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a
lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
(I.1.97-99) Arden 3rd
* mutton - a promiscuous woman; a prostitute.
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 54
"'Well, it's true, isn't it,' he said, somewhat petulantly."
This line seems emblematic of many (if not all) of the characters Faye interacts with. They assert, then sulk.
Day 54
"'Well, it's true, isn't it,' he said, somewhat petulantly."
This line seems emblematic of many (if not all) of the characters Faye interacts with. They assert, then sulk.
November 24, 2025 at 2:39 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 54
"'Well, it's true, isn't it,' he said, somewhat petulantly."
This line seems emblematic of many (if not all) of the characters Faye interacts with. They assert, then sulk.
Day 54
"'Well, it's true, isn't it,' he said, somewhat petulantly."
This line seems emblematic of many (if not all) of the characters Faye interacts with. They assert, then sulk.
#TwoGents_2025 "...was the play being performed in the opening scenes of the Oscar-winning Best Picture of 1998, Shakespeare in Love, in which the ‘Henslowe’ character says, ‘Love and a bit with a dog, that’s what they like’. Shakespeare’s original audience no doubt agreed.."
Intro in Arden 3rd
Intro in Arden 3rd
November 23, 2025 at 11:06 PM
#TwoGents_2025 "...was the play being performed in the opening scenes of the Oscar-winning Best Picture of 1998, Shakespeare in Love, in which the ‘Henslowe’ character says, ‘Love and a bit with a dog, that’s what they like’. Shakespeare’s original audience no doubt agreed.."
Intro in Arden 3rd
Intro in Arden 3rd
#TwoGents_2025
"...I have to conclude that Shakespeare cheerfully and knowingly travesties love and friendship alike, thus clearing the ground for the greatness of his high romantic comedies, from Love's Labour's Lost through Twelfth Night."
Harold Bloom, Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human
"...I have to conclude that Shakespeare cheerfully and knowingly travesties love and friendship alike, thus clearing the ground for the greatness of his high romantic comedies, from Love's Labour's Lost through Twelfth Night."
Harold Bloom, Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human
November 22, 2025 at 8:08 PM
#TwoGents_2025
"...I have to conclude that Shakespeare cheerfully and knowingly travesties love and friendship alike, thus clearing the ground for the greatness of his high romantic comedies, from Love's Labour's Lost through Twelfth Night."
Harold Bloom, Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human
"...I have to conclude that Shakespeare cheerfully and knowingly travesties love and friendship alike, thus clearing the ground for the greatness of his high romantic comedies, from Love's Labour's Lost through Twelfth Night."
Harold Bloom, Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 52
"...a curious feature was moulded into the white plaster, a human face. All the houses had them: each face was different, some female and some male; their eyes looked down slightly, as though interrogating the person standing on the threshold."
Day 52
"...a curious feature was moulded into the white plaster, a human face. All the houses had them: each face was different, some female and some male; their eyes looked down slightly, as though interrogating the person standing on the threshold."
November 22, 2025 at 3:22 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 52
"...a curious feature was moulded into the white plaster, a human face. All the houses had them: each face was different, some female and some male; their eyes looked down slightly, as though interrogating the person standing on the threshold."
Day 52
"...a curious feature was moulded into the white plaster, a human face. All the houses had them: each face was different, some female and some male; their eyes looked down slightly, as though interrogating the person standing on the threshold."
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 50
"Her large, slack body had an unmistakable core of violence..."
"His skin had the blue-grey colour of breathlessness..."
"The house on either side stood as though in feigned ignorance of the squalor in their midst..."
Day 50
"Her large, slack body had an unmistakable core of violence..."
"His skin had the blue-grey colour of breathlessness..."
"The house on either side stood as though in feigned ignorance of the squalor in their midst..."
November 22, 2025 at 2:50 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 50
"Her large, slack body had an unmistakable core of violence..."
"His skin had the blue-grey colour of breathlessness..."
"The house on either side stood as though in feigned ignorance of the squalor in their midst..."
Day 50
"Her large, slack body had an unmistakable core of violence..."
"His skin had the blue-grey colour of breathlessness..."
"The house on either side stood as though in feigned ignorance of the squalor in their midst..."
New-to-me book treat today.
#SundaySarton
#SundaySarton
November 22, 2025 at 12:00 AM
New-to-me book treat today.
#SundaySarton
#SundaySarton
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 48
"In the distance the faint drone of the city could be heard, so that the nearby silence seemed somehow man-made. This feeling, I said to Gerard, of the very air being constructed, was to me the essence of civilisation."
Day 48
"In the distance the faint drone of the city could be heard, so that the nearby silence seemed somehow man-made. This feeling, I said to Gerard, of the very air being constructed, was to me the essence of civilisation."
November 18, 2025 at 3:02 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 48
"In the distance the faint drone of the city could be heard, so that the nearby silence seemed somehow man-made. This feeling, I said to Gerard, of the very air being constructed, was to me the essence of civilisation."
Day 48
"In the distance the faint drone of the city could be heard, so that the nearby silence seemed somehow man-made. This feeling, I said to Gerard, of the very air being constructed, was to me the essence of civilisation."
#KingLear_2025
Kent:
He hates him
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.
(V.3.385-387)
Thank you, Christina, and everybody, for another rewarding read.
Kent:
He hates him
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.
(V.3.385-387)
Thank you, Christina, and everybody, for another rewarding read.
November 18, 2025 at 2:42 AM
#KingLear_2025
Kent:
He hates him
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.
(V.3.385-387)
Thank you, Christina, and everybody, for another rewarding read.
Kent:
He hates him
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.
(V.3.385-387)
Thank you, Christina, and everybody, for another rewarding read.
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 47
"...the once-sordid building (pub) now a refurbished allusion to its own non-existent history."
Spaces and buildings in Transt are a kind of shorthand for people’s inner lives — not exactly personified, but compressed metaphors.
Day 47
"...the once-sordid building (pub) now a refurbished allusion to its own non-existent history."
Spaces and buildings in Transt are a kind of shorthand for people’s inner lives — not exactly personified, but compressed metaphors.
November 17, 2025 at 3:00 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 47
"...the once-sordid building (pub) now a refurbished allusion to its own non-existent history."
Spaces and buildings in Transt are a kind of shorthand for people’s inner lives — not exactly personified, but compressed metaphors.
Day 47
"...the once-sordid building (pub) now a refurbished allusion to its own non-existent history."
Spaces and buildings in Transt are a kind of shorthand for people’s inner lives — not exactly personified, but compressed metaphors.
November 17, 2025 at 1:56 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 45
"...a city was a decipherable interface, a sort of lexicon of human behaviour that did half the work of decoding the mystery of self, so that you could effectively communicate through a kind of shorthand."
Day 45
"...a city was a decipherable interface, a sort of lexicon of human behaviour that did half the work of decoding the mystery of self, so that you could effectively communicate through a kind of shorthand."
November 16, 2025 at 1:44 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 45
"...a city was a decipherable interface, a sort of lexicon of human behaviour that did half the work of decoding the mystery of self, so that you could effectively communicate through a kind of shorthand."
Day 45
"...a city was a decipherable interface, a sort of lexicon of human behaviour that did half the work of decoding the mystery of self, so that you could effectively communicate through a kind of shorthand."
November 16, 2025 at 12:26 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 44 (a day behind)
"...whose striking views were expressive of the descent from the salubrious to the squalid, a dichotomy Gerald had seemed at the time either to be presiding over or imprisoned in."
Day 44 (a day behind)
"...whose striking views were expressive of the descent from the salubrious to the squalid, a dichotomy Gerald had seemed at the time either to be presiding over or imprisoned in."
November 15, 2025 at 2:27 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 44 (a day behind)
"...whose striking views were expressive of the descent from the salubrious to the squalid, a dichotomy Gerald had seemed at the time either to be presiding over or imprisoned in."
Day 44 (a day behind)
"...whose striking views were expressive of the descent from the salubrious to the squalid, a dichotomy Gerald had seemed at the time either to be presiding over or imprisoned in."
#KingLear_2025
Cordelia:
Mine enemy’s meanest dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire.
(IV.7.42-44)
Cordelia:
Mine enemy’s meanest dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire.
(IV.7.42-44)
November 15, 2025 at 12:59 AM
#KingLear_2025
Cordelia:
Mine enemy’s meanest dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire.
(IV.7.42-44)
Cordelia:
Mine enemy’s meanest dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire.
(IV.7.42-44)
#KingLear_2025
Gloucester:
The king is mad. How stiff is my vile sense,
That I stand up and have ingenious feeling
Of my huge sorrows. Better I were distract—
So should my thoughts be severed from my griefs,
And woes by wrong imaginations lose
The knowledge of themselves.
(IV.6.308-314)
Gloucester:
The king is mad. How stiff is my vile sense,
That I stand up and have ingenious feeling
Of my huge sorrows. Better I were distract—
So should my thoughts be severed from my griefs,
And woes by wrong imaginations lose
The knowledge of themselves.
(IV.6.308-314)
November 14, 2025 at 1:20 AM
#KingLear_2025
Gloucester:
The king is mad. How stiff is my vile sense,
That I stand up and have ingenious feeling
Of my huge sorrows. Better I were distract—
So should my thoughts be severed from my griefs,
And woes by wrong imaginations lose
The knowledge of themselves.
(IV.6.308-314)
Gloucester:
The king is mad. How stiff is my vile sense,
That I stand up and have ingenious feeling
Of my huge sorrows. Better I were distract—
So should my thoughts be severed from my griefs,
And woes by wrong imaginations lose
The knowledge of themselves.
(IV.6.308-314)
#RachelCuskTogether
"...whatever we might wish to believe about ourselves, we are only the result of how others have treated us."
"...whatever we might wish to believe about ourselves, we are only the result of how others have treated us."
November 13, 2025 at 3:06 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
"...whatever we might wish to believe about ourselves, we are only the result of how others have treated us."
"...whatever we might wish to believe about ourselves, we are only the result of how others have treated us."
#KingLear_2025
Gloucester:
O you mighty gods,
This world I do renounce, and in your sights
Shake patiently my great affliction off.
If I could bear it longer and not fall
To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff and loathèd part of nature should
Burn itself out.
(IV.6.44-60)
Gloucester:
O you mighty gods,
This world I do renounce, and in your sights
Shake patiently my great affliction off.
If I could bear it longer and not fall
To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff and loathèd part of nature should
Burn itself out.
(IV.6.44-60)
November 13, 2025 at 1:59 AM
#KingLear_2025
Gloucester:
O you mighty gods,
This world I do renounce, and in your sights
Shake patiently my great affliction off.
If I could bear it longer and not fall
To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff and loathèd part of nature should
Burn itself out.
(IV.6.44-60)
Gloucester:
O you mighty gods,
This world I do renounce, and in your sights
Shake patiently my great affliction off.
If I could bear it longer and not fall
To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff and loathèd part of nature should
Burn itself out.
(IV.6.44-60)
Reposted by Thomas Liam
EDGAR
How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wind the midway air
…
The fishermen that walk upon the beach
Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark
Diminish'd to her cock
…
The murmuring surge,
That on th' unnumber'd idle pebble chafes,
1+
How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wind the midway air
…
The fishermen that walk upon the beach
Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark
Diminish'd to her cock
…
The murmuring surge,
That on th' unnumber'd idle pebble chafes,
1+
November 12, 2025 at 8:39 AM
EDGAR
How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wind the midway air
…
The fishermen that walk upon the beach
Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark
Diminish'd to her cock
…
The murmuring surge,
That on th' unnumber'd idle pebble chafes,
1+
How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wind the midway air
…
The fishermen that walk upon the beach
Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark
Diminish'd to her cock
…
The murmuring surge,
That on th' unnumber'd idle pebble chafes,
1+
#KingLear_2025
Doctor:
Our foster nurse of nature is repose...
(IV.4.13)
(My last two days after a gruelling month.)
Doctor:
Our foster nurse of nature is repose...
(IV.4.13)
(My last two days after a gruelling month.)
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
#KingLear_2025
Doctor:
Our foster nurse of nature is repose...
(IV.4.13)
(My last two days after a gruelling month.)
Doctor:
Our foster nurse of nature is repose...
(IV.4.13)
(My last two days after a gruelling month.)
November 10, 2025 at 8:11 PM