These three images evoke the final scene in The Witch for me: Goya’s “Flying Witches,” Falero’s “Departure of the Witches,” and Bouguereau’s “The Oreads”– though it’s true that the latter two are a little ridiculous.
Daily Archives: February 8, 2018
The taste of butter (303/415/485)
--Black Phillip. I conjure thee to speak to me. Speak as thou dost speak to Jonas and Mercy. Dost thou understand my English tongue? Answer me. --What dost thou want? --What canst thou give? --Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously? --Yes. --Wouldst thou like to see the world? --What will you from me? --Dost thou see a book before thee? Remove thy shift. --I cannot write my name. --I will guide thy hand.