fuckyeahbookarts:

The Smallest English Dictionary in the World has been discovered by West Country book shop owner Graham York. Although only 1x3/4inch the tiny book’s 384 pages contain thousands of words, and even comes with a lens in its case for surreptitious study when challenged by a lack of diction.

Printed by David Bryce & Sons in Glasgow in 1890 it’s thought only a handful of the mini books were made to show the printer’s skills. Graham said, ‘it would have been the perfect tool for a Victorian quiz or Scrabble night, just like a smart phone is today. Although you would have to be blessed with 20/20 vision to use it.’ Graham is now taking his miniature discovery to the Chelsea Book Fair in November where the tiny book is expected to generate huge interest.

teathattast:

wakingfromthewater:

thefurriestofchows:

teathattast:

oh,

oh this is absolutely beautiful

I saw some James Webb Telescope scientists give a talk and one of them said this was her favorite image because she had waited and worked 25 years to see this.

200k notes is insane who the hell are u people

juliettecousin:

🎠Year of the Horse🎠

medievaljournalist:

forgot to leave a note for my doordasher to bring a blunt weapon to get past the catacomb skeletons so congrats to whichever necromancer is about to get my banh mi i guess

making-you-in-spore:

i made this fucking dog in spore [2008]

ltwilliammowett:

Soft toy elephant named ‘Pumpie’, dressed as a sailor in an elegant dark blue woollen jacket with lots of brass buttons and matching trousers. Pumpie also has other items of clothing, such as a kilt and a jacket. This sweet little critter was made from felt and filled with straw and wool, England, circa 1900.

animentality:

wanipiece:

a lot of my autism masking is just making myself more palatable for other people and my therapist said “does spock make himself ‘more palatable’ for others?” and had me promise to keep unmasking like:

talibri:

It’s psit[taco]saurus tuesday

beardedmrbean:

nat-20s:

nat-20s:

gotta be honest I think a REAL juicy dynamic is when someone has a True Love and a Soulmate and they are two different people

see this person is the love of my life I would follow them anywhere every day is brighter for having them in it. and THIS bastard shares a soul with me we’ll find each other in every universe and understand each other in ways no other living being could. neither of us are particularly thrilled about this

zyzoda:

1. no way… gummy shark real????

2. sweet william

mycatwantstoeatpins:

technologistrevolution:

lierdumoa:

hexjulia:

hexjulia:

lmao god, english upper class people… I was reading Mathilda, and there’s all these monologues about the protagonist going insane from loneliness and not knowing how to act when she finally strikes up a friendship again; she has retired to a cottage in the woods and is essentially in hiding. All this time we’re given the impression that she is utterly alone in that cottage. Much woe about the completeness of her loneliness. and then.

what do you mean your servant …? in your cottage in the woods where you were so utterly alone? that one?

pt 2, this time Frankenstein by the same. Said Frankenstein is greatly relieved when he returns and the ‘apartment was empty’ because this means his monster has fled. but then

…did that servant materialise out of thin air to bring him food in his room. The place not actually empty, just empty of people of his own class. he just left the servant and his monster with each other while he was out.

Eventually the monster was like “well this is awkward. I’m out.” and the servant presumably just filed the encounter under “weird shit upper class people do” and went on with his life.

I remember taking this college elective on film adaptations and we talked about the controversy caused by the PBS adaptation of Emma, which made a point of putting servants in every. single. scene, confronting the audience with the reality that the main characters are surrounded by servants constantly and are choosing not to acknowledge their presence. Emma is consoling her “poor” friend Harriet over her misfortune and the entire time a servant is standing there silently brushing Emma’s hair or some shit.

Virtually every other adaptation of Emma does a very good job of invisiblizing the constant presence of the working class labor force that allowed these people to live the way they did.

If anyone is interested the murder mystery Gosford Park specifically explored this phenomenon. Roger Ebert did a review of it here.

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1. A quote from Mary Shelley’s Mathilda: ’[…] arrived and quite incapable of taking off my wet clothes that clung about me. In the morning, on her return, [highlighted] my servant [end highlight] found me almost lifeless, while possessed by a high fever I was lying on the floor of my room.
2. A quote from Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein: […] hands for joy and ran down to Clerval. [highlighted] We ascended into my room, and the servant presently brought breakfast; [end highlight] but I was unable to contain myself. It was not joy only that possessed me; I felt my flesh tingle with excess of sensitiveness, and my pulse beat rapidly.]

crusaderfortruthiness:

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