Thomas Liam
@thomasliam300.bsky.social
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 48
"In the distance the faint drone of the city could be heard, so that the nearby silence seemed somehow man-made. This feeling, I said to Gerard, of the very air being constructed, was to me the essence of civilisation."
Day 48
"In the distance the faint drone of the city could be heard, so that the nearby silence seemed somehow man-made. This feeling, I said to Gerard, of the very air being constructed, was to me the essence of civilisation."
November 18, 2025 at 3:02 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 48
"In the distance the faint drone of the city could be heard, so that the nearby silence seemed somehow man-made. This feeling, I said to Gerard, of the very air being constructed, was to me the essence of civilisation."
Day 48
"In the distance the faint drone of the city could be heard, so that the nearby silence seemed somehow man-made. This feeling, I said to Gerard, of the very air being constructed, was to me the essence of civilisation."
#KingLear_2025
Kent:
He hates him
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.
(V.3.385-387)
Thank you, Christina, and everybody, for another rewarding read.
Kent:
He hates him
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.
(V.3.385-387)
Thank you, Christina, and everybody, for another rewarding read.
November 18, 2025 at 2:42 AM
#KingLear_2025
Kent:
He hates him
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.
(V.3.385-387)
Thank you, Christina, and everybody, for another rewarding read.
Kent:
He hates him
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.
(V.3.385-387)
Thank you, Christina, and everybody, for another rewarding read.
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 47
"...the once-sordid building (pub) now a refurbished allusion to its own non-existent history."
Spaces and buildings in Transt are a kind of shorthand for people’s inner lives — not exactly personified, but compressed metaphors.
Day 47
"...the once-sordid building (pub) now a refurbished allusion to its own non-existent history."
Spaces and buildings in Transt are a kind of shorthand for people’s inner lives — not exactly personified, but compressed metaphors.
November 17, 2025 at 3:00 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 47
"...the once-sordid building (pub) now a refurbished allusion to its own non-existent history."
Spaces and buildings in Transt are a kind of shorthand for people’s inner lives — not exactly personified, but compressed metaphors.
Day 47
"...the once-sordid building (pub) now a refurbished allusion to its own non-existent history."
Spaces and buildings in Transt are a kind of shorthand for people’s inner lives — not exactly personified, but compressed metaphors.
November 17, 2025 at 1:56 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 45
"...a city was a decipherable interface, a sort of lexicon of human behaviour that did half the work of decoding the mystery of self, so that you could effectively communicate through a kind of shorthand."
Day 45
"...a city was a decipherable interface, a sort of lexicon of human behaviour that did half the work of decoding the mystery of self, so that you could effectively communicate through a kind of shorthand."
November 16, 2025 at 1:44 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 45
"...a city was a decipherable interface, a sort of lexicon of human behaviour that did half the work of decoding the mystery of self, so that you could effectively communicate through a kind of shorthand."
Day 45
"...a city was a decipherable interface, a sort of lexicon of human behaviour that did half the work of decoding the mystery of self, so that you could effectively communicate through a kind of shorthand."
November 16, 2025 at 12:26 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 44 (a day behind)
"...whose striking views were expressive of the descent from the salubrious to the squalid, a dichotomy Gerald had seemed at the time either to be presiding over or imprisoned in."
Day 44 (a day behind)
"...whose striking views were expressive of the descent from the salubrious to the squalid, a dichotomy Gerald had seemed at the time either to be presiding over or imprisoned in."
November 15, 2025 at 2:27 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 44 (a day behind)
"...whose striking views were expressive of the descent from the salubrious to the squalid, a dichotomy Gerald had seemed at the time either to be presiding over or imprisoned in."
Day 44 (a day behind)
"...whose striking views were expressive of the descent from the salubrious to the squalid, a dichotomy Gerald had seemed at the time either to be presiding over or imprisoned in."
#KingLear_2025
Cordelia:
Mine enemy’s meanest dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire.
(IV.7.42-44)
Cordelia:
Mine enemy’s meanest dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire.
(IV.7.42-44)
November 15, 2025 at 12:59 AM
#KingLear_2025
Cordelia:
Mine enemy’s meanest dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire.
(IV.7.42-44)
Cordelia:
Mine enemy’s meanest dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire.
(IV.7.42-44)
#KingLear_2025
Gloucester:
The king is mad. How stiff is my vile sense,
That I stand up and have ingenious feeling
Of my huge sorrows. Better I were distract—
So should my thoughts be severed from my griefs,
And woes by wrong imaginations lose
The knowledge of themselves.
(IV.6.308-314)
Gloucester:
The king is mad. How stiff is my vile sense,
That I stand up and have ingenious feeling
Of my huge sorrows. Better I were distract—
So should my thoughts be severed from my griefs,
And woes by wrong imaginations lose
The knowledge of themselves.
(IV.6.308-314)
November 14, 2025 at 1:20 AM
#KingLear_2025
Gloucester:
The king is mad. How stiff is my vile sense,
That I stand up and have ingenious feeling
Of my huge sorrows. Better I were distract—
So should my thoughts be severed from my griefs,
And woes by wrong imaginations lose
The knowledge of themselves.
(IV.6.308-314)
Gloucester:
The king is mad. How stiff is my vile sense,
That I stand up and have ingenious feeling
Of my huge sorrows. Better I were distract—
So should my thoughts be severed from my griefs,
And woes by wrong imaginations lose
The knowledge of themselves.
(IV.6.308-314)
#RachelCuskTogether
"...whatever we might wish to believe about ourselves, we are only the result of how others have treated us."
"...whatever we might wish to believe about ourselves, we are only the result of how others have treated us."
November 13, 2025 at 3:06 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
"...whatever we might wish to believe about ourselves, we are only the result of how others have treated us."
"...whatever we might wish to believe about ourselves, we are only the result of how others have treated us."
#KingLear_2025
Gloucester:
O you mighty gods,
This world I do renounce, and in your sights
Shake patiently my great affliction off.
If I could bear it longer and not fall
To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff and loathèd part of nature should
Burn itself out.
(IV.6.44-60)
Gloucester:
O you mighty gods,
This world I do renounce, and in your sights
Shake patiently my great affliction off.
If I could bear it longer and not fall
To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff and loathèd part of nature should
Burn itself out.
(IV.6.44-60)
November 13, 2025 at 1:59 AM
#KingLear_2025
Gloucester:
O you mighty gods,
This world I do renounce, and in your sights
Shake patiently my great affliction off.
If I could bear it longer and not fall
To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff and loathèd part of nature should
Burn itself out.
(IV.6.44-60)
Gloucester:
O you mighty gods,
This world I do renounce, and in your sights
Shake patiently my great affliction off.
If I could bear it longer and not fall
To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff and loathèd part of nature should
Burn itself out.
(IV.6.44-60)
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EDGAR
How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wind the midway air
…
The fishermen that walk upon the beach
Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark
Diminish'd to her cock
…
The murmuring surge,
That on th' unnumber'd idle pebble chafes,
1+
How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wind the midway air
…
The fishermen that walk upon the beach
Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark
Diminish'd to her cock
…
The murmuring surge,
That on th' unnumber'd idle pebble chafes,
1+
November 12, 2025 at 8:39 AM
EDGAR
How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wind the midway air
…
The fishermen that walk upon the beach
Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark
Diminish'd to her cock
…
The murmuring surge,
That on th' unnumber'd idle pebble chafes,
1+
How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wind the midway air
…
The fishermen that walk upon the beach
Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark
Diminish'd to her cock
…
The murmuring surge,
That on th' unnumber'd idle pebble chafes,
1+
#KingLear_2025
Doctor:
Our foster nurse of nature is repose...
(IV.4.13)
(My last two days after a gruelling month.)
Doctor:
Our foster nurse of nature is repose...
(IV.4.13)
(My last two days after a gruelling month.)
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
#KingLear_2025
Doctor:
Our foster nurse of nature is repose...
(IV.4.13)
(My last two days after a gruelling month.)
Doctor:
Our foster nurse of nature is repose...
(IV.4.13)
(My last two days after a gruelling month.)
November 10, 2025 at 8:11 PM
#AContinuation25
"Habit had come to take me in her arms and carry me all the way up to my bed like a little child."
(160)
"Habit had come to take me in her arms and carry me all the way up to my bed like a little child."
(160)
November 10, 2025 at 3:47 PM
#AContinuation25
"Habit had come to take me in her arms and carry me all the way up to my bed like a little child."
(160)
"Habit had come to take me in her arms and carry me all the way up to my bed like a little child."
(160)
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 39
"The making of the monuments was half of it, but the rest was interpretation."
Day 39
"The making of the monuments was half of it, but the rest was interpretation."
November 9, 2025 at 2:56 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 39
"The making of the monuments was half of it, but the rest was interpretation."
Day 39
"The making of the monuments was half of it, but the rest was interpretation."
#ACONTINUATION25
"...then it was suddenly revealed to me that my own humble existence and the realms of the true were less widely separated than I had supposed, that at certain points they actually coincided, and in my newfound confidence and joy I had wept upon his printed page...
1/2
"...then it was suddenly revealed to me that my own humble existence and the realms of the true were less widely separated than I had supposed, that at certain points they actually coincided, and in my newfound confidence and joy I had wept upon his printed page...
1/2
November 8, 2025 at 9:04 PM
#ACONTINUATION25
"...then it was suddenly revealed to me that my own humble existence and the realms of the true were less widely separated than I had supposed, that at certain points they actually coincided, and in my newfound confidence and joy I had wept upon his printed page...
1/2
"...then it was suddenly revealed to me that my own humble existence and the realms of the true were less widely separated than I had supposed, that at certain points they actually coincided, and in my newfound confidence and joy I had wept upon his printed page...
1/2
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 38
"...she'd felt a sudden urge to know herself again, to know what she was like."
This simple line hit home. I remember this moment in my life, from nine years ago, with perfect clarity.
Day 38
"...she'd felt a sudden urge to know herself again, to know what she was like."
This simple line hit home. I remember this moment in my life, from nine years ago, with perfect clarity.
November 8, 2025 at 1:01 PM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 38
"...she'd felt a sudden urge to know herself again, to know what she was like."
This simple line hit home. I remember this moment in my life, from nine years ago, with perfect clarity.
Day 38
"...she'd felt a sudden urge to know herself again, to know what she was like."
This simple line hit home. I remember this moment in my life, from nine years ago, with perfect clarity.
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 37
"Her abandonment by one man, in other words, led directly to her attack by another, until the two things - the presence of the incident and the absence of her husband - came almost to seem like one."
Day 37
"Her abandonment by one man, in other words, led directly to her attack by another, until the two things - the presence of the incident and the absence of her husband - came almost to seem like one."
November 7, 2025 at 3:32 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 37
"Her abandonment by one man, in other words, led directly to her attack by another, until the two things - the presence of the incident and the absence of her husband - came almost to seem like one."
Day 37
"Her abandonment by one man, in other words, led directly to her attack by another, until the two things - the presence of the incident and the absence of her husband - came almost to seem like one."
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 35
(caught up)
"I, meanwhile, have been unable to avoid the most generous fumblings of the gods..."
Day 35
(caught up)
"I, meanwhile, have been unable to avoid the most generous fumblings of the gods..."
November 5, 2025 at 2:07 AM
#RachelCuskTogether
Day 35
(caught up)
"I, meanwhile, have been unable to avoid the most generous fumblings of the gods..."
Day 35
(caught up)
"I, meanwhile, have been unable to avoid the most generous fumblings of the gods..."
#KingLear_2025
Glouster:
Alack, the night comes on, and the high winds
Do sorely ruffle.
(II.4.496/467) - Arden 3rd
I'll be waiting impatiently for a chance to say, "the high winds do sorely ruffle" in everyday conversation.
Glouster:
Alack, the night comes on, and the high winds
Do sorely ruffle.
(II.4.496/467) - Arden 3rd
I'll be waiting impatiently for a chance to say, "the high winds do sorely ruffle" in everyday conversation.
November 3, 2025 at 1:19 AM
#KingLear_2025
Glouster:
Alack, the night comes on, and the high winds
Do sorely ruffle.
(II.4.496/467) - Arden 3rd
I'll be waiting impatiently for a chance to say, "the high winds do sorely ruffle" in everyday conversation.
Glouster:
Alack, the night comes on, and the high winds
Do sorely ruffle.
(II.4.496/467) - Arden 3rd
I'll be waiting impatiently for a chance to say, "the high winds do sorely ruffle" in everyday conversation.
#KingLear_2025
Catching up...
Lear:
O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous.
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man’s life’s as cheap as beast’s.
(II.2.459-462) - Arden 3rd.
Catching up...
Lear:
O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous.
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man’s life’s as cheap as beast’s.
(II.2.459-462) - Arden 3rd.
November 1, 2025 at 11:18 PM
#KingLear_2025
Catching up...
Lear:
O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous.
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man’s life’s as cheap as beast’s.
(II.2.459-462) - Arden 3rd.
Catching up...
Lear:
O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous.
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man’s life’s as cheap as beast’s.
(II.2.459-462) - Arden 3rd.
#KingLear_2025
Fool:
Why, this fellow
has banished two on ’s daughters, and did the third a
blessing against his will. If thou follow him, thou must
needs wear my coxcomb.
(I.4.98-101)
Fool:
Why, this fellow
has banished two on ’s daughters, and did the third a
blessing against his will. If thou follow him, thou must
needs wear my coxcomb.
(I.4.98-101)
October 26, 2025 at 12:48 AM
#KingLear_2025
Fool:
Why, this fellow
has banished two on ’s daughters, and did the third a
blessing against his will. If thou follow him, thou must
needs wear my coxcomb.
(I.4.98-101)
Fool:
Why, this fellow
has banished two on ’s daughters, and did the third a
blessing against his will. If thou follow him, thou must
needs wear my coxcomb.
(I.4.98-101)
#KingLear_2025
Edmund:
Who in the lusty stealth of nature take
More composition and fierce quality
Than doth within a dull, stale, tirèd bed
Go to th' creating a whole tribe of fops
Got ’tween a sleep and wake?
(I.2.12-16)
Edmund:
Who in the lusty stealth of nature take
More composition and fierce quality
Than doth within a dull, stale, tirèd bed
Go to th' creating a whole tribe of fops
Got ’tween a sleep and wake?
(I.2.12-16)
October 24, 2025 at 12:08 AM
#KingLear_2025
Edmund:
Who in the lusty stealth of nature take
More composition and fierce quality
Than doth within a dull, stale, tirèd bed
Go to th' creating a whole tribe of fops
Got ’tween a sleep and wake?
(I.2.12-16)
Edmund:
Who in the lusty stealth of nature take
More composition and fierce quality
Than doth within a dull, stale, tirèd bed
Go to th' creating a whole tribe of fops
Got ’tween a sleep and wake?
(I.2.12-16)