December 2010
26 posts
The truth is that the brugh was a hole or series of interconnecting holes that was dug into a barrow, very like a rabbit’s warren or badger’s set. To paraphrase a writer of fanciful stories for children, this was not a comfortable hole, it was not even a dry, bare sandy hole; it was a nasty, dirty, wet hole.
- Tom Brightwind or How the Fairy Bridge Was Built at Thoresby, Susanna...
It was Christmas night in the Castle of the Forest Sauvage, and all around the castle the snow lay as it ought to lie. It hung heavily on the battlements, like extremely thick icing on a very good cake, and in a few convenient places it modestly turned itself into the clearest icicles of the greatest possible length. It hung on the boughs of the forest trees in rounded lumps, even better than...
Sir John went to London to seek out Ingeniose Gentlemen to cure his Melancholie. In this he waz shortly successful for nothing is so agreeable to a Scholar than to goe and stay in a rich man’s howse and live at his expense. Mr Aubrey and Sir John Sowreston gott acquainted, and Sir John waz very pressing with Mr Aubrey to come to Pipers Hall and Mr Aubrey who waz pressed another way (Great...
By the way, I know it’s a pain in the ass to try to quote large blocks of text from a copyrighted work. Even the electronic versions available through the Kindle and iBooks stores don’t let you select and copy, at least within the applications themselves.
Here’s the most immediate method I use for getting fairly large blocks of copyrighted text on to Tumblr:
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“Well! I do not know what may be your opinion, dearest Stephen,” declared the gentleman, not waiting to find out, “but I confess I grow weary of waiting for your wonderful destiny to happen of its own accord. I am very much inclined to anticipate the tardy Fates and make you King myself. Who knows? Perhaps I am meant to be the noble instrument that raises you to the lofty...
[redacted]: …This is a dream. Me: Well, that would explain a few things.
Bizarre. Exactly what it feels like.
I’ve read too many fairy stories and I’ve lost my mind.
Or won?
Sir Walter had a generous spirit and was often kind-hearted. He told someone once that he hoped his enemies all had reason to fear him and his friends reason to love him – and I think that upon the whole they did. His cheerful manner, his kindness and cleverness, the great station he now held in the world – these were even more to his credit as he maintained them in the face of problems that...
PROTIP: Wear a three piece suit anytime you have to deal with doctors’ offices. They assume you’re a pharmaceutical rep and you never have to wait in line.
Hours on top of hours of work over the holiday and Monday. And the payoff? Great day at my job, but I feel acutely isolated afterwards.
Zero sum. Loneliness has a commutative property.