I'll call it "A Fine Murder"
Jan. 31st, 2010 05:42 pmOoooof. No matter how far ahead I get, I should never allow myself to browse TVTropes when I still have work to finish.
Speaking of said work, we had some excerpts from Freud to read for Tuesday. I knew the man had issues, but WOW. CRAY. ZEE. I mean, look, look at this footnote to a chapter in Civilization and its Discontents:
"Psycho-analytic material, as yet incomplete and not capable of unequivocal interpretation, nevertheless admits of a surmise--which sounds fantastic enough--about the origin of this human feat. It is as if primitive man had had the impulse, when he came in contact with fire, to gratify an infantile pleasure in respect of it and put it out with a stream of urine. The legends that we possess leave no doubt that flames shooting upwards like tongues were originally felt to have a phallic sense. Putting out fire by urinating--which is also introduced in the later fables of Gulliver in Lilliput and Rabelais's Gargantua--therefore represented a sexual act with a man, an enjoyment of masculine potency in homosexual rivalry. Whoever was the first to deny himself this pleasure and spare the fire was able to carry it off with him and subdue it to his own use. By damping down the fire of his own sexual excitation, he had tamed the natural force of fire. This great cultural conquest was thus the reward for his renunciation of instinct. Further, it is as though woman had been appointed guardian of the fire which was held captive on the domestic heart, because her anatomy made it impossible for her to yield to the temptation of this desire."
OMG what is this I don't even D:
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In other news, the crossover fairy in my brain is making vague noises about a murder mystery that sweeps one Penny Carroll and one Lucky Garnett into its machinations, and requires the sleuthing skills of Nick and Nora Charles to solve it.
Raise your hand if you saw this coming.
*looks at the sea of raised hands*
Thought so. I have no idea if I'll actually get around to it--I've never written a mystery before, and given that, it may just turn into a "everyone meets serendipitously at a bar and banters wittily" vignette--but the concept alone amuses me, and given how much school-related stuff I have to do between now and the eighteenth, anything that gives a me a smile is worth its weight in gold right now.
Speaking of said work, we had some excerpts from Freud to read for Tuesday. I knew the man had issues, but WOW. CRAY. ZEE. I mean, look, look at this footnote to a chapter in Civilization and its Discontents:
"Psycho-analytic material, as yet incomplete and not capable of unequivocal interpretation, nevertheless admits of a surmise--which sounds fantastic enough--about the origin of this human feat. It is as if primitive man had had the impulse, when he came in contact with fire, to gratify an infantile pleasure in respect of it and put it out with a stream of urine. The legends that we possess leave no doubt that flames shooting upwards like tongues were originally felt to have a phallic sense. Putting out fire by urinating--which is also introduced in the later fables of Gulliver in Lilliput and Rabelais's Gargantua--therefore represented a sexual act with a man, an enjoyment of masculine potency in homosexual rivalry. Whoever was the first to deny himself this pleasure and spare the fire was able to carry it off with him and subdue it to his own use. By damping down the fire of his own sexual excitation, he had tamed the natural force of fire. This great cultural conquest was thus the reward for his renunciation of instinct. Further, it is as though woman had been appointed guardian of the fire which was held captive on the domestic heart, because her anatomy made it impossible for her to yield to the temptation of this desire."
OMG what is this I don't even D:
*
In other news, the crossover fairy in my brain is making vague noises about a murder mystery that sweeps one Penny Carroll and one Lucky Garnett into its machinations, and requires the sleuthing skills of Nick and Nora Charles to solve it.
Raise your hand if you saw this coming.
*looks at the sea of raised hands*
Thought so. I have no idea if I'll actually get around to it--I've never written a mystery before, and given that, it may just turn into a "everyone meets serendipitously at a bar and banters wittily" vignette--but the concept alone amuses me, and given how much school-related stuff I have to do between now and the eighteenth, anything that gives a me a smile is worth its weight in gold right now.
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