analith

"When I left Paris in order to visit Greece, I simply wanted to satisfy the passion I felt in my youth for the most famous lands of antiquity. I could taste in advance the pleasure of crossing this famous and beautiful region with Homer and Herodotus in my hands. At last I was promising myself a state of permanent intoxication in a land where the smallest rock appears to the imagination to be inhabited by gods and heroes."
Comte de Choiseul-Gouffier, 1782

I did not always want to be a Classasist. I kind of fell into it, only a few years ago.
I have, however, always loved this statue. I fell in love with it a long time ago, before I knew what it was. I saw it, in the flesh, at the Louvre, before I knew what it was. Now I know that it's the Nike of Samothrace (or the Winged Victory of Samothrace, whichever your prefer).


I have found that, over the past years, a little bit funny, that this Nike has always been in my mind, since I was little, and yet it has taken me this long to discover it.

I rencently entered an essay competition with an essay I am extreemly proud of, but I know that I have no chance of winning with it. I wonder why I did enter that essay when I could have entered an equally good one that could actually have some chance of winning.

The answer to that is also the answer to why I want to be a Classasist.

But, as yet, I can't articulate that answer. Just like you can never draw flame in the air, you can never articulate fire in your heart.