Fresh Faeries
Heading down to the Freshers' Fair later today - via PC World for a new set of wireless headphones, as the last pair has recently died and gone to headphone heaven - and to wander about campus looking suitably Fresh.
If anyone reading this is doing English in some form, and going to the Faculty meeting tomorrow at 2pm in the Ramphal Building, I'll be the one who's horribly late, or in the wrong room, or doing something I shouldn't. Like abandoning The Faerie Queen in the nearest wastepaper bin.
No, I'm only joking. Judging by the first page, The Faerie Queen is going to be a thrilling read; I can hardly wait. Though there's also a great deal to be said in defence of the short lyric - emphasis on the word short - of the sort that came to us from Petrarch via Wyatt etc. And not least because those poems can be read in a weekend.
George Ttoouli
Just remember, all the bad guys in Spenser are Irish. Except for the Welsh ones.
And yes, on blind spots. I used to insist that ‘curiosity’ kept it’s ‘u’ in there. I was young enough to grow out of that one, and I still haven’t forgotten the bemused expression my English teacher at the time, Mr. Cook, gave me. Possibly that’s why I grew out of it.
But that’s not nearly as bad as the time I forgot what Saturday was supposed to look like on a page. It just wouldn’t look right. It was kind of troubling. And no, I wasn’t a student at the time. Or I might’ve been. I can’t remember…
29 Sep 2008, 00:41
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