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"Sometimes I’d rather be a tree frog. I don’t think they fall asleep worried that they’ve been a bad tree frog that afternoon or envying kingfishers or resenting their own diet or habitat. They just seem to spend 100% of their time being magnificent at being a tree frog. We spend most of our time regardless of our religion or lack of it, disappointed in ourselves, ashamed of ourselves, envious of others — always becoming and rarely being." —

Stephen Fry

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#Stephen Fry #I love you.

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#Stephen Fry #So relevant!

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Never, never, never have such scenes been witnessed in high society,  that uneasy alliance between Bright Young Things and old survivors.  Perhaps this was the defining moment of our epoch of speed and  syncopation. This so-called 20th century of angst, neurosis and panic.  Reader be glad that you have nothing to do with this world. Its glamour  is a delusion, its speed a snare, its music a scream of fear. Faster and  faster they swirl, sickening themselves with every turn. The faster the  ride, the greater the nausea, the terror, and the shame. 
Stop. Yes, that’s it. Good night. 

Bright Young Things (2003)

neat-monster:

Never, never, never have such scenes been witnessed in high society, that uneasy alliance between Bright Young Things and old survivors. Perhaps this was the defining moment of our epoch of speed and syncopation. This so-called 20th century of angst, neurosis and panic. Reader be glad that you have nothing to do with this world. Its glamour is a delusion, its speed a snare, its music a scream of fear. Faster and faster they swirl, sickening themselves with every turn. The faster the ride, the greater the nausea, the terror, and the shame.

Stop. Yes, that’s it. Good night.

Bright Young Things (2003)

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Bright Young Things.

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Bright Young Things.




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#Stephen Fry