And every time we get burned, if we don't die, we grow wise

[sovay]

For those who have not yet seen the news, Readercon is going virtual this year. I miss book-browsing in person so badly. It is the right choice.

I am still sick and not enjoying it at all, but last night I dreamed about hanging out with Ralph Richardson. He liked my poetry. I'm glad my subconscious is getting the memo.

I am delighted by the fact of Ernest Thesiger vs. slumlords.

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[nineweaving]

I so miss live Readercon, all of it.

Ralph Richardson has good taste in poetry. I would cheerfully hang out with him, even as Joseph Finsbury, the interminable bore from The Wrong Box.

"I'm afraid I must leave you here."

"Oh, would you, sir?"

Nine

[sovay]

I so miss live Readercon, all of it.

How did you like virtual Arisia?

Ralph Richardson has good taste in poetry. I would cheerfully hang out with him, even as Joseph Finsbury, the interminable bore from The Wrong Box.

Everything I have ever read suggests that he was great fun to hang out with, although inclined toward motorcycle crashes and death to flying things.

I remember finding a wonderful interview with Denholm Elliott circa Bleak House (1985) where he referred to Richardson as his "god." I think of Elliott as such a small god of character acting himself that I hadn't realized he had his own pantheon. Good taste.