O lucem candidiore nota

[sovay]

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)

Comments

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I'm sorry for the minimally redeeming yesterday, but glad that you were able to compose four lines of Latin.

Good luck avoiding the filing cabinets.

It's snowing here, might even be beginning to stick. Is the weather doing likewise there?

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

Hmm, I think I've a new OTP. Can't imagine writing fanfic for them, unfortunately.

[sovay]

I'm sorry for the minimally redeeming yesterday, but glad that you were able to compose four lines of Latin.

I got another three of poetry and two of prose done the day before yesterday, which was also good.

It's snowing here, might even be beginning to stick. Is the weather doing likewise there?

Nah. It snowed in flurries all Thursday, but now it's sunlit and looks as though it's contemplating spring.