My health seems to have uncrashed. Knock wood, sacrifice to Asklepios, etc. Continuing this weekend's celebration, I met
nineweaving for chocolate tonight and afterward watched A Room with a View (1986), which had both the luminous composition of an oil painting and characters who took up three-dimensional space (and Denholm Elliott, of whom I only wish there was a statue on Old Campus . . .). Sirenia #30 arrived in my inbox a little before midnight; there is a perfect Burne-Jones as illustration for "The Mirror of Venus" and "Rappaccini's Dragon" is as good as its title promised. If you haven't subscribed already, it may not be too late. I am going to bed, to finish reading M. John Harrison's Light. It has no lack of obsessions itself. Fine by me.
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- 1: And they won't thank you, they don't make awards for that
- 2: But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder
- 3: What does it do when we're asleep?
- 4: Now where did you get that from, John le Carré?
- 5: Put your circuits in the sea
- 6: Sure as the morning light when frigid love and fallen doves take flight
- 7: No one who can stand staying landlocked for longer than a month at most
- 8: And in the end they might even thank me with a garden in my name
- 9: I'd marry her this minute if she only would agree
- 10: And me? Well, I'm just the narrator
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