Helen Huntingdon
helenhuntingdon.bsky.social
Helen Huntingdon
@helenhuntingdon.bsky.social
Busy growing wings, fins and webbed feet
I am at a loss to conceive how a man should permit himself to write anything that would be really disgraceful to a woman, or why a woman should be censured for writing anything that would be proper and becoming for a man.
Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
January 26, 2025 at 6:55 AM
If in the Afterlife every good thing coexists eternally, then music cannot exist. Music is the stuttering of adjacent noises in sequence—stress, discord, complaint, resolve: then release—and sequence means timing.

Gregory Maguire, A Lion Among Men
January 26, 2025 at 6:50 AM