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I cannot resist the world 'melancholy.'
What kind of literary melancholy are you?
My result: British interwar melancholy
Your melancholy stems from the fact that you are almost certainly an unspeakable of Oscar Wilde sort. You are fond of Forster, Ford, Waugh, Graves, and Huxley, and are caught between the idealism and nostalgia of golden years past and look with dread upon an uncertain future. You are prone to fits of tears and reminisce fondly upon your (imagined) time at Oxbridge. You long for touch and to be touched more than you will care to admit.
Guilty on all counts. Sob! :)
What kind of literary melancholy are you?
My result: British interwar melancholy
Your melancholy stems from the fact that you are almost certainly an unspeakable of Oscar Wilde sort. You are fond of Forster, Ford, Waugh, Graves, and Huxley, and are caught between the idealism and nostalgia of golden years past and look with dread upon an uncertain future. You are prone to fits of tears and reminisce fondly upon your (imagined) time at Oxbridge. You long for touch and to be touched more than you will care to admit.
Guilty on all counts. Sob! :)
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Date: 2020-04-26 05:54 pm (UTC)Not being an ideal candidate for the quiz I still had to do it:
Shakespearean melancholy
Your brand of sadness is DRAMATIC. Soliloquies on the tragedy of the human condition in all its frailties and triumphs (perhaps in iambic pentameter) are where your melancholy is cultivated. You are obsessive in your habits and refreshingly honest with your emotions, laid bare for all to see on the page (or is it unintended irony?)
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Date: 2020-04-26 08:28 pm (UTC)In thunder, lightning or in rain.
There to write melancholic tales
Of angst and loneliness and pain
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Date: 2020-04-27 01:27 am (UTC)you are feeling the weight of modernity on your shoulders, and it is crushing. you identify with the melancholy of mccullers, didion, thoreau, kerouac and others, with an acute awareness of the cruelty of the modern world and the longing to escape it. you long for an open sky and miles of nothing for eternity to achieve peace.
The last sentence certainly applies right now, anyway.
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Date: 2020-04-28 11:52 pm (UTC)Victorian Gothic melancholy
if only you could spend your life in haunted country mansions, surrounded by spectres in the dark and perpetual fog. you are fond of tales of duality (Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde, Frankenstein), and sexual repression (Jane Eyre, Dracula), and the sort of inner torment that comes from being pale and poor. you keep your secrets close and a flask of laudanum even closer.
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