O lucem candidiore nota

Yesterday: nefas. Its sole redeeming incident was the composition of four lines of Latin hendecasyllables between midnight and four in the morning, which could arguably count as today. This afternoon I was unsuccessful in finding some secondhand classical texts, but I bought scones and read fragmentary A.E. Housman; made my doctor's appointment; walked a couple of miles; and ranted in the direction of Eric, who listened to me. Probably I will not be able to get out of helping my brother move cookware, but maybe I can avoid the file cabinets.

Courtesy jonquil: I find myself wondering if the Somerton Man and L'Inconnue de la Seine got together in the afterlife.

Off to consider more hendecasyllables.

When Adam first the apple ate
He had a friend to keep him straight;
God to a wife: 'twas hopeless odds.
Friends are a deal more help than gods.
—A.E. Housman, manuscript (August 1894)