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this essay is for those people who enjoy the Silmarillion as a pseudo-historical document within its own universe. it's a philological reading of the narrative voicea and what it's trying to say. and y'all know I LOVE talking about the narrator of the silmarillion

almost at the end

reading the galizia book by martin pollack. added two new books to my tbr because of it. cinnamon shops (the street of crocodiles in english) by jewish-polish author bruno schulz, and salt of the earth by polish author jozef wittlin

Sea republic of Genoa

I almost used one of these two pics as my header but then I would've had to clarify that I'm an atheist and this is just a kink thing