Where's that kind of life that you would want to stay awake for?
Terminal onlignity was reached at the point in the night where I encountered a take so bad, I was left misquoting Robert Bolt's Thomas More to ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch. A Man for All Seasons (1960) falls in a class with Anouilh's Becket (1959) where my distance from the Christian conscience of their protagonists has never prevented me from loving the arguments of the plays, so that fragments of their language have been shot through my own for decades and thus when I see the claim on the internet that not visibly rejoicing in the murder of a CEO is flashing a red flag of complicity with the incoming administration, apparently my brain responds with its best approximation of "And when the last law was down, and the Devil turned round on you—where would you hide, Roper, the laws all being flat?"
spatch. A Man for All Seasons (1960) falls in a class with Anouilh's Becket (1959) where my distance from the Christian conscience of their protagonists has never prevented me from loving the arguments of the plays, so that fragments of their language have been shot through my own for decades and thus when I see the claim on the internet that not visibly rejoicing in the murder of a CEO is flashing a red flag of complicity with the incoming administration, apparently my brain responds with its best approximation of "And when the last law was down, and the Devil turned round on you—where would you hide, Roper, the laws all being flat?"
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Oh, I hate running into that kind of hyperbole on the internet. It happens on tumblr from time to time, even via reblogs by perfectly reasonable mutuals. I have to remind myself that, at least in my corner of tumblr, it so often is hyperbole and venting only, but I never like it. Not wanting to rejoice specifically in the death of anyone, no matter how vile, is not a marker of evil in itself, indeed.
"And when the last law was down, and the Devil turned round on you—where would you hide, Roper, the laws all being flat?"
*hugs*