Ernest: student, aspiring failure, noncommittal goth boy, and confirmed neutral shitposter. Talents include taking lines of poetry out of context and making a mockery of the people I admire.

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Literature Collage
: Charles Macaulay, The Secret History

There was a piano, too, and Charles was playing, a glass of whiskey on the seat beside him. He was a little drunk; the Chopin was slurred and fluid, the notes melting sleepily into one another. A breeze stirred the heavy, moth-eaten velvet curtains, ruffling his hair.