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G. M. Trevelyan, from “History of England, Volume One” (via heartbloodspirit)
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The Nordic religion was not a religion of dread, or of magic formularies to propitiate hostile powers. Instead of covering its temples with frescoes of the tortures of the damned, it taught people not to be afraid of death. Its ideal was the fellowship of the hero with the gods, not merely in feasting and victory, but in danger and defeat. For the gods, too, are in the hands of fate, and the Scandinavian vision of the twilight of the gods that was to end the world showed the heroes dying valiantly in the last hopeless fight against the forces of chaos—loyal and fearless to the last.
It was easy to forget sometimes, when they were laughing together, or kissing. But then one of them would say something, or do something, and he would suddenly be reminded of the wall between their worlds.
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They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.
My personal Aegishjalmur belt bag. It has a lot of flaws, but I do like it overall. The toggle is a whitetail deer toe bone I found.
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