Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?
A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.
Bobby Fischer. Photographed by Richard Meek for Sports Illustrated.
“Stefan Zweig suggests both that chess is a cause of madness and that, perhaps more importantly, madness may be why certain people are defenseless against the charms of chess. That far, I follow him. But I think that Zweig mounts an even more radical attack on chess. His antichess novella [Schachnovelle] raises a last question—admittedly, the most worrying one that any chess lover must, but does not want to, face: Perhaps we should not think of a serious, truly life-engrossing devotion to chess as a cause of madness. For perhaps it simply is madness. Perhaps devoting one’s life to that singular obsession—the ‘ridiculous goal of backing a wooden king into the corner of a wooden board,’ as Zweig so aptly put it—does not bring on, but rather constitutes, madness.”
— Yascha Mounk, from “Chess and Madness” in The Paris Review (thanks to theredshoes)
Uncle Willy getting his mack on…
It is discouraging how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.
--Noel Coward (via aslovelyasatree)
”Comedies of manners swiftly become obsolete when there are no longer any manners.”
The Follies circa 1920.
Photograph by Édouard Boubat
El Salon de la Moda…Victorian fashion print (via)
Mlle Marthe Chenal in Le Miracle, 1911 (Théatre National de l’Opéra, Paris)