"This joker raised his hat and talked about the weather."
-Songs From the Wood, Jethro Tull
Good afternoon, noble friends! I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate the weather for becoming cold and rainy. I knew it could do it. Well, it is not quite cold yet, but the temperature is well on its way. Yesterday's warmth was rather distressing and altogether inappropriate for the season, much like the blood-red snow that fell on Italy in 1816. Thus I rejoice greatly, for I do not wish for blood-red snow, not even in November 2007. Furthermore, I rejoice greatly to hear that this is expected to continue for the next several days, possibly bringing inconsequential bits of snow with it. I do not much concern myself quite yet with whether or not the snow stays on the ground, being that it is still autumntime, for I am entirely enthralled simply to watch it fall. It is with great anticipation that I await the wintertime, so I embrace it coolly. Embracing it as such retains affections while preventing unacceptably unseasonal warmth. All I must do is wear sunglasses and jive-talk, and winter will surely be upon us! Fortunately I have no tail.
In conclusion, here is a probably mediocre poem I made earlier this month:
The Gates of the Necropolis
The sky dons a shroud,
a gift of the winds,
sewn in silver cloud,
though rain often rends,
with tears does it tear,
to the earth taking
delightful despair
of divine making.
But by breaking cloud
the heavens may send
down unto the shroud
sharp sunlight to mend;
gold needles sewing
the soft silver thread,
grey streams are flowing
o'er this land long dead.
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I hadn't heard that it was going to snow! You bring me hope. It would be fansastic if it did. We got some snow flurries around here about a week ago, and I got to be outside for it. It was wonderful.
I remember those flurries at about 11:00 AM on Thursday. I watched them for a long while because they were more interesting than my Greek translation.
IT'S SNOWING NOW!
And it's accumulating.
You see, I do not make this stuff up. The accumulation only lasted only about two hours, though, yes? Muy desafortunado, as the Spaniards say, except that on the whole it was muy fortunado.
Oh wise Thorvald, greatest master ever!
Please endulge us with your supernatural wisdom of say...Moretti's adequacy for a descripition of the mythos and dianoia of Call It Sleep...and post your perfectly written, and completed, english paper.
Thank you your holyness!!
So you expose yourself to me! As the philosopher Nietzsche wrote, "Human, all too human," but that in no way relates to my point. My point is that I will not post my English paper for two reasons:
1. It does not yet exist.
2. I will not like it when it is finished.
Also, you spelled "indulge" and "holiness" in a wrong sort of way. Shame! Shun! Scalpshining!
Yes, I figured after posting my last post you would gain some sort of clue as to my identity. And as for the incorrect spellings, all I have to say is "my bad"--just making sure you are paying attention.
On the topic of the paper, hurry up and finish it, and then post it. I do not care that you will not like your work, for I'm already positive that it will be exemplary...e-x-e-m-p-l-a-r-y...yes, I spelled it correctly.
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