woe yo woe
I spent most of this extended weekend finishing zoe oldenbourg's crusades. i loved it madly. it was like me having a conversation with myself about something i obsess with, only the me was zoe oldenbourg, and i was the listener, and the thing was the crusades, and me/zoe/obsession was coherent.
so i promptly ordered one of her fiction novels at 350% shipping from amazon.com. good deal.
Was struck by (upon my visit) the sensations of home. Visual. Tactile. Olfactory. The homeland of my birth, that is, place of low, heavy clouds and rich, damp air, of grey-blue sky and deep, living green. The sky, the sky, the sky... At once majestically remote and personally present. There were electrical storms and drenching rain for nights and days. I watched the clouds creep over the stars and descend to earth to greet me, resounding with lightening and thunder. A love affair.
...I haven't mentioned food. I don't know why. Perhaps I am recovered of England enough that the quantity and quality - feasting beyond mortal man's imagination - can be taken for granted again. ...Delicious food.
Crusades crusades crusades. I have thought much of humanity and society. What struck me this time 'round was not the insanity but its very opposite - how very reasonable it all is: conquest and conviction.
I persist in my want of a charismatic leader. Someone I am personally fond of to throw my mind behind to do great things. To no ultimate purpose, of course, but because I want a purpose, and i would have to be seduced into it, for i am far too cynical for any of my own. I want something that will last beyond my lifetime - something terrible and romantic. i don't think it's far too much to ask... I want to be a hanger-on. I want to be the royal historian. Everything just seems so mundane...
To bed, dearies. To bed.
so i promptly ordered one of her fiction novels at 350% shipping from amazon.com. good deal.
Was struck by (upon my visit) the sensations of home. Visual. Tactile. Olfactory. The homeland of my birth, that is, place of low, heavy clouds and rich, damp air, of grey-blue sky and deep, living green. The sky, the sky, the sky... At once majestically remote and personally present. There were electrical storms and drenching rain for nights and days. I watched the clouds creep over the stars and descend to earth to greet me, resounding with lightening and thunder. A love affair.
...I haven't mentioned food. I don't know why. Perhaps I am recovered of England enough that the quantity and quality - feasting beyond mortal man's imagination - can be taken for granted again. ...Delicious food.
Crusades crusades crusades. I have thought much of humanity and society. What struck me this time 'round was not the insanity but its very opposite - how very reasonable it all is: conquest and conviction.
I persist in my want of a charismatic leader. Someone I am personally fond of to throw my mind behind to do great things. To no ultimate purpose, of course, but because I want a purpose, and i would have to be seduced into it, for i am far too cynical for any of my own. I want something that will last beyond my lifetime - something terrible and romantic. i don't think it's far too much to ask... I want to be a hanger-on. I want to be the royal historian. Everything just seems so mundane...
To bed, dearies. To bed.