The Line, and Marianne
Feeling mentally and emotionally fried now, after the epiphanies of the morn, and the afternoon's seminar on Michael Oakschott (presntations by Tyler and Jess). One can't help but suspect that I mightn't be as tired if I could keep my gob sealed in class...
And so I sit in the pappasan, sipping water, and listening to L.Cohen, and old friend N.Duchene, trickling from the stereo. Tasha, of course, is the incarnation of awesomeness, which I'll expand upon to her, of course, when I find the moment to write her back.
In the mean time, the Line, the Line...! And Shambhala. 'Must still organize the "Meek & Perky" weekend. And now "Marianne" is playing through the room, which must always make my heart wistful with nostalgia for A-M...