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The Scholomance

This is pulled from a page on Jason Colavito’s site.

“In Dracula, Bram Stoker includes an intriguing allusion to a mysterious devil’s school in Transylvania: The Draculas, he wrote, “had dealings with the Evil One. They learned his secrets in the Scholomance, amongst the mountains over Lake Hermanstadt, where the devil claims the tenth scholar as his due.” The vampire himself was one of these scholars, a diabolic genius.”

At the Scholomance, an infernal college secreted amidst the Transylvanian mountains “over Lake Hermanstadt,” the Devil himself teaches the secrets of nature, the language of animals, and all imaginable magic spells and charms. “Only ten scholars are admitted at a time, and when the course of learning has expired and nine of them are released to return to their homes, the tenth scholar is detained by the devil as payment…”

http://www.jasoncolavito.com/scholomance-the-devils-school.html

Vistas: on Perspective

  “Lifted up the human eyes but yet they saw little farther than the beasts with downcast eyes; lifted up the human heart yet the heart could only hope for it could only see up to the sky in the daytime, and at night when it could see the stars it grew blind to close things for a man can scarcely see his own wife in the shadow of his house even when he can see stars so distant their light travels for a hundred lifetimes before it kisses the eyes of the man.”

Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Saga 4, Children of the Mind, 1996.

Consequences of Forbidden Fruit.

“Or it may mean that they are unfallen, having not yet eaten of the fruit of the forbidden tree.”

–Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Saga: Speaker for the Dead.

How would our consciousness differ, had we not eaten from the Forbidden Tree?

Did we learn values?

It is said that we learned right and wrong with one bite.

What would it be, to live with no knowledge of right and wrong? 

 

From Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude.

“Trying to overcome his disturbance, he grasped at the voice that he was losing, the life that was leaving him, the memory that was turning into a petrified polyp, and he spoke to her about the priestly destiny of Sanskrit, the scientific possibility of seeing the future showing through in time as one sees what is written on the back of a sheet of paper through the light, the necessity of deciphering the predictions so that they would not defeat themselves, and the Centuries of Nostradamus and the destruction of Cantabria predicted by Saint Milanus.”

Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

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