First Time (unofficial)

Outlander music: Claire and Jamie’s first time, 1x07

Dancing Druids (unofficial)

Outlander music: the dancing druids scene, 1x01


The Druid Ritual Dance

Sing me a song, of a lass that is gone.

Say could that lass be I? 

Merry of soul she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye.

Billow and breeze islands and seas mountains of rain and sun.


Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit


Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

William Wordsworth - Written In London - September, 1802


Written In London - September, 1802
by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
Read by Christopher Hassall

O Friend! I know not which way I must look
For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
To think that now our life is only drest
For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook,
Or groom! — We must run glittering like a brook
In the open sunshine, or we are unblest:
The wealthiest man among us is the best:
No grandeur now in nature or in book
Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense,
This is idolatry; and these we adore:
Plain living and high thinking are no more:
The homely beauty of the good old cause
Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,
And pure religion breathing household laws.


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