Feb 03, 2009 19:33
I am so cruel to you. Ignoring you, not using you.
You are the unloved child.
And the formerly loved child, my personal blog . . . well, I've been ignoring it too.
I'm sorry guys, but my lit blog takes up a lot of my time. I don't mean to ignore ya'll.
It's just . . . I do.
And that old draft of Lancelot makes me wince. Especially after writing a paper on de Troyes' version in which I had to sit there with the line-by-line translations. Old French has a surprising number of cognates with modern English.