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starladyLong division is the Devil's work, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise! As soon as good children but do some simple 'rithmetic in their minds, they are transmuted into bad children, who shall go to their richly deserved Reward hereafter.
Also, Spike is of the opinion that our house sprite may be cracking under the pressure and transmuting into a poltergeist and/or possession of the house. Given that the bathroom ceiling dripped blood on her this morning, her hypothesis seems plausible to me. The beansidhe in the dining room window doesn't help matters, either.
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sparowhawk and my friend Stacey to hear Verdi's "Requiem" and a new piece by Jennifer Higdon, a setting of a funeral sermon by John Donne, on Sunday night. Of Verdi, it can only be said that he juxtaposed some truly affecting passages with his own drama king tendencies. I quite liked the Higdon, and the text she chose to set to it. I can see why she's popular, too; she's contemporary without being off-putting.
I just finished Victory of Eagles bynaominovik; as always, it was an excellent book, though sort of low at the end, albeit in an uplifted way. I spent most of the book comparing Novik's depiction of the Duke of Wellington with Susanna Clarke's; Novik has him as brilliant and ruthlessly pragmatic (and Conservative to the bone), while Clarke portrays him with more gentle amusement. I'm not sure which I prefer--both portraits are of a piece with their authors, and the authors' books, but the comparison is illuminating. The portrayal of Nelson (some men are evidently just meant to die for England) is also of a piece with Novik's moral positions in the novel. I like Nelson a good deal less than I did before I started the Temeraire series, I must admit.
Also, Spike is of the opinion that our house sprite may be cracking under the pressure and transmuting into a poltergeist and/or possession of the house. Given that the bathroom ceiling dripped blood on her this morning, her hypothesis seems plausible to me. The beansidhe in the dining room window doesn't help matters, either.
I went with
sparowhawk and my friend Stacey to hear Verdi's "Requiem" and a new piece by Jennifer Higdon, a setting of a funeral sermon by John Donne, on Sunday night. Of Verdi, it can only be said that he juxtaposed some truly affecting passages with his own drama king tendencies. I quite liked the Higdon, and the text she chose to set to it. I can see why she's popular, too; she's contemporary without being off-putting. I just finished Victory of Eagles by
naominovik; as always, it was an excellent book, though sort of low at the end, albeit in an uplifted way. I spent most of the book comparing Novik's depiction of the Duke of Wellington with Susanna Clarke's; Novik has him as brilliant and ruthlessly pragmatic (and Conservative to the bone), while Clarke portrays him with more gentle amusement. I'm not sure which I prefer--both portraits are of a piece with their authors, and the authors' books, but the comparison is illuminating. The portrayal of Nelson (some men are evidently just meant to die for England) is also of a piece with Novik's moral positions in the novel. I like Nelson a good deal less than I did before I started the Temeraire series, I must admit.