Oh, archetypal Romance!
Mirror is in a rather peculiar mood, and has been screaming, "ALE!!! WIMMIN! Ach, ALE!" everytime I look into it. It's doing my head in, so I escaped my tower and am now lounging in the Staff Room have decided to go elsewhere, seeing as it's voice happens to be louder than mine, and it can't hear my half-empty threats to shatter it. I really do believe I'm attached to it.
Now, Sybill - I really do believe that your opinion of Firenze is rather ill-founded. I've just been having such a brilliant and stimulating conversation with him. He really rather does know quite a bit about Astronomy. Although, he hasn't got even the slightest inclination to the discussion of black holes. Of that I am most disappointed.
Half of my fifth year class was asleep at their last midnight lesson. It mightn't be a very big class - but it is rather disconcerting to find yourself teaching to a proportionate number of sleeping bodies. I don't know how Binns does it. For the sake of practicality, I have been investigating my star charts and calculations - and all my Astronomy students will be pleased to find that their night classes shall be held at a more reasonable hour. I believe I will hand out a schedule of evening classes for the week via owls every Sunday. If you fail to turn up, I assure you - you will be asked to provide a satisfactory reason for your absence; and if it is not deemed satisfactory, you shall lose points or sit a detention depending on how often you skip lessons.
Now - all this talk and excitement of the Pride and Prejudice play has caused me to pick up the book again. I am aghast to discover how long it has been since I treaded through the poignant classic romance. I still say Bingley is my favourite. And is it wrong to wonder if, perhaps, Colonel Fitzwilliam had a soft spot for dear Lizzie?
Of other romance novels, I really do believe that most of the modern heroes are merely Darcy-look-alikes, only more... plastic. Maybe there's a subgenre of Romance where the subversion is of the Mr. Darcy-type figure.
Or maybe I just keep picking up novels with broody heros in them.
Now, Sybill - I really do believe that your opinion of Firenze is rather ill-founded. I've just been having such a brilliant and stimulating conversation with him. He really rather does know quite a bit about Astronomy. Although, he hasn't got even the slightest inclination to the discussion of black holes. Of that I am most disappointed.
Half of my fifth year class was asleep at their last midnight lesson. It mightn't be a very big class - but it is rather disconcerting to find yourself teaching to a proportionate number of sleeping bodies. I don't know how Binns does it. For the sake of practicality, I have been investigating my star charts and calculations - and all my Astronomy students will be pleased to find that their night classes shall be held at a more reasonable hour. I believe I will hand out a schedule of evening classes for the week via owls every Sunday. If you fail to turn up, I assure you - you will be asked to provide a satisfactory reason for your absence; and if it is not deemed satisfactory, you shall lose points or sit a detention depending on how often you skip lessons.
Now - all this talk and excitement of the Pride and Prejudice play has caused me to pick up the book again. I am aghast to discover how long it has been since I treaded through the poignant classic romance. I still say Bingley is my favourite. And is it wrong to wonder if, perhaps, Colonel Fitzwilliam had a soft spot for dear Lizzie?
Of other romance novels, I really do believe that most of the modern heroes are merely Darcy-look-alikes, only more... plastic. Maybe there's a subgenre of Romance where the subversion is of the Mr. Darcy-type figure.
Or maybe I just keep picking up novels with broody heros in them.