semioticapocalypse:

A baby monkey, taken from its natural mother at birth, sucks its thumb as it perches beside an artificial, cloth-covered, surrogate mother. The monkey is part of a research project into the development of primates’ relationships with their mothers, undertaken at the University of Wisconsin. USA, ca. 1950.

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“But Murat said nothing at all. He stood quite silent, looking at Caroline. Then he made a queer sort of sound, half grunt and half laugh, took a long stride towards her, stretched out his arms, lifted her off her feet and swept her up against his massive chest. Then - a little shudder of horrified delight crinkled the skins of the watchers - he bent his head and kissed her on the mouth. On the mouth! Neither of them said a word. Not a single word. The big man stood there like that, holding her over his arms as lightly as though she’d been a silken scarf, and kissed her on the mouth.
Young breaths came fast through parted lips. Never had they seen anything like that, not even in the most forbidden of forbidden plays. The hero hadn’t knelt, hadn’t put his hand to his heart, hadn’t so much as mentioned the words love, or honor. He’d just suddenly… And somehow it was more thrilling like that.
He just as suddenly set her down on her feet again. He stood away from her, and was in the middle of a sweeping salute as Madame Campan sailed again into view.
“Well?” she said tartly, “Well? Have you delivered your General’s message?”
“I have delivered it, ma’am.” He saluted again. “Ma’am, your humble, obedient…” He turned and, lifting the hilt of his saber so that its point trailed clashingly over the marble pavement, he strode out.
Madame Campan looked disapprovingly after him. She picked up the candle. “Come, Caroline, upstairs with you. I don’t know what the world’s coming to. If the creature hadn’t been sent by the General your brother… Upstairs with you now.”
Above, there was a slithering withdrawal of young bodies that shivered with cold and excitement.”
Marjorie Coryn, Alone among Men. Or how Murat delivered the news of the coup of the 18th Brumaire to Caroline.

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busket:

sixpenceee:

God forbid we teach the children psychology !!!

i wish the devil would have taught me all this and i wouldn’t have to pay for college

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blackpaint20:

Cats being instructed In the art of mouse-catching by an owl. Lombardy, c. 1700

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yobbus:

I’m going to die

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smatrri:

Nicolai Fechin (1881–1955) - Angry Woman

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c0ssette:

Georges de La Tour,St.Joseph (detail) c. 1635-1640

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stevemccurrystudios:

If man has no tea in him, he is incapable of
understanding truth and beauty.  

- Japanese Proverb

We haven’t had any tea for a week.
The bottom is out of the Universe.
- Rudyard Kipling

Exhibition at Leica Gallery, Salzburg, Austria
Opening August 8, 2014

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traceexcalibur:

I smell trouble brewing

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