the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror.
Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?

― Donna Tartt


@темы: with serpents for arms the lovers are the hydra of the tale