I just thought of something yesterday.
Did Dazai know that Chuuya wasn’t a vampire from the very beginning (since he arrived)?
Because like I can think of two reasons why Dazai could deduce this.
1. It’s Chuuya I mean like the best martial artist in Japan if not the world, no way a vampire got him
2. Chuuya’s hat blocks out anything that tries to intercept his consciousness. The vampirism would fall under this, so Chuuya would be immune.
And since Dazai was the one who possessed Rimbaud’s notes, he was aware of Chuuya’s hat too.
So these two were winging the entirety of the Prison break, counting on each other not to kill each other.
I think Dazai knew that Fyodor wouldn’t be killed based off that one attempt, and by extension Chuuya. Maybe he was immediately trying to set up Chuuya fake-killing him, and Chuuya was able to figure this out and played along.
Those are just my thoughts, I don’t know if they are right 😂
Ok after going back and forth between the chapter where Chuuya was introduced into the prison arc to when Chuuya was revealed to not be a vampire, I came to two conclusions:
1. Dazai had to have known that Chuuya was coming. That also means that he knew that Chuuya wasn’t a vampire from the very beginning.
2. The only “plan” they really had was the part where Chuuya had to fake-kill Dazai. Everything else was them winging it and hoping they don’t kill each other in the process because they very much could have at multiple points.
Lots and lots of bullet points and questions to get to those two conclusions 😭
If We Were Villains and The Secret History are siblings. One is the pretentious, intellectual older sibling and the other is the earnest, romantic younger sibling. One makes tongue-in-cheek jokes at the expense of the other and one rolls their eyes at the drama of it all, but they share the same nose and have the same taste in red wine because they're in the same FAMILY.
UNDERSTOOD??????
Chuuya should kill her
My life has one mission, create the greatest warrior
Odysseus and Athena.
The inherent homoeroticism of killing your enemy and immediately regretting it
People don't talk about how Richard's only fucking reason for involving himself in a murder witch was comited to cover up a different murder he had literally nothing to do with is because bunny was slightly mean to him
Like the one time someone actually clocks him for his constant lying he decides to go out of his way to help with and even suggested a method for his murder.
coming out as a port mafia fem dazai with unreasonably long hair truther
how athena everybody feels listening to telemachus in "we'll be fine"
donna tartt’s reading list
In an interview, Tartt lists her favorite authors and the names of a few works. I have listed the most popular works from each author and the specific ones she recommended as well.
Homer
The Iliad
The Odyssey
Greek Poets and Tragedians
Argonautica
Antigone
Prometheus Bound
The Oresteia
Medea
Oedipus Rex
The Bacchae
The Frogs
Dante
Inferno
Purgatorio
Paradiso
Shakespeare
“I went back and read Macbeth and Hamlet during the pandemic”
Macbeth
Hamlet
Dickens
“Dickens was a part of my familial landscape, the air I breathed.”
A Tale of Two Cities
Great Expectations
Nabokov
Pale Fire
Lolita
Proust
In Search of Lost Time
Swann’s Way
Dostoevsky
Crime and Punishment
The Brothers Karamazov
Yeats
The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
Irish Fairy and Folk Tales
Borges
Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
Edith Wharton
The House of Mirth
Ethan Frome
Evelyn Waugh
Brideshead Revisited
Helena
Salinger
Catcher in the Rye
Virginia Woolf
Mrs. Dalloway
Orlando
Edward St. Aubyn
The Patrick Melrose Novels
Haruki Murakami
Kafka on the Shore
Norwegian Wood
Olga Tokarczuk
Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead
Don DeLillo
White Noise
Underworld
W.G. Sebald
Austerlitz
The Rings of Saturn
Joan Didion
The Year of Magical Thinking
The White Album
Other Specific Books
Memoirs d’Outre-Tome by Chateaubriand
Jigsaw by Sybille Bedford
All for Nothing by Walter Kempowski
A Balcony in the Forest by Julien Gracq
Anxiety was trapped in the depths of my heart, like a formation of black clouds I could not break free of. By living this way, what will my fortune be? There is nothing. Am I simply a sickly man? I was staggered by these thoughts. What should I do? I had no direction, nothing. I though that this reckless life of mine was only a nuisance to others and devoid of meaning. This is quite hard to bear. A talented guy like you probably doesn’t understand, but no thought in the world is worse than the realization that, ‘My life is a nuisance to others. I am useless.’
Dazai Osamu, Pandora’s Box