in which our heroine achieves a modicum of self-discovery
I'm still chipping away at the Spenser post, and hoping to have it done soon. While working on it, though, I have come to realize something about myself. So, erm.
*steps up the mic and coughs a little*
My name is Lea, and, uh...I like Spenser.
I mean, he wouldn't have liked me, since I'm way too papist and all, and I certainly don't endorse his sentiments about the Irish. But. I've been looking through The Faerie Queene pondering which passages I should quote in the post and just sitting there going "guuuuuuuuh."
*blushes*
NB to self: do not complain so vocally about poets you don't like. It always comes back to bite you in the ass.
*steps up the mic and coughs a little*
My name is Lea, and, uh...I like Spenser.
I mean, he wouldn't have liked me, since I'm way too papist and all, and I certainly don't endorse his sentiments about the Irish. But. I've been looking through The Faerie Queene pondering which passages I should quote in the post and just sitting there going "guuuuuuuuh."
*blushes*
NB to self: do not complain so vocally about poets you don't like. It always comes back to bite you in the ass.