A New Magazine in Trinity College Dublin
Readers,
I present to you an online copy of a new magazine that has appeared around Trinity College Dublin. It will be put online at some point by its makers, one can only assume, but I felt it my duty to upload it quickly.
I greatly enjoyed this New Magazine in Trinity College Dublin. I am glad to see that the passion for serious cultural criticism still burns brightly there, despite the recent completion of my own educational journey and student publications career there; I must have left a little magic! LOL!
This is the best I can do with my very limited computering/internet skills. Click on the first icon below, the New Magazine in Trinity College Dublin’s cover, and it will get big. From there you can just click along through large and legible pages. Hope you enjoy it!
Unrequited Love, Muddled, College Style
Unrequited Love, Muddled, College Style
“Oh, I just remembered!” His eyes light up with something recovered from deep within his memories of last night. “You scored that blonde chick, pretty fucking hot.”
“Yeah. I’m an absolute legend.” This really is the kind of thing that lads say to each other. However, these conversations operate on different levels. There’s what is said and then there’s the unsaid. The unsaid is something else entirely.
“We were very drunk last night, Dionysus filled our hearts. I saw you with that beautiful blonde girl. What are your feelings on that matter?” He notices my gaze fall towards the ground before I answer.
“That beautiful blonde girl was Herself, the one who has been the primary object of my humble desires ever since the first time that my eyes met hers. Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? I had almost left those seemingly unrequited feelings behind me, looking at pastures new. But then, of course, Dionysus stirred and Apollo saw our lips meet.” He understands and nods.
“Do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine. Alcohol, my friend, makes the lady loose, and of course you can only wonder if there is anything real behind the encounter. I know you too well; you are not going to try to find out. You are emotionally introverted, unable to take affirmative action. You are scared of what you would hear. You’ll write something obtuse about it and wait in hope for the day that she reads it and realises that it was you she loved the whole time.”
That is basically what is unsaid, lying directly underneath what is actually said.
