Well, fuck
I wondered why thamiris hadn't been around, but I assumed she just hadn't found something recently to delight her fannish fancy the way Smallville once did.
She was such a distinct presence, and she took so much sensual, vividly-described pleasure in things, that it's nearly impossible to believe she's gone. I missed her already -- I'll miss her a lot more knowing she won't be back.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne,
Thassay so hard, so sharp the conquering,
The dredful Ioy, that alwey slit so yerne,
Al this mene I by love, that my feling
Astonyeth with his wonderful worching
So sore y-wis, that whan I on him thinke,
Nat wot I wel wher that I wake or winke.
(The Parlement of Fowles, Geoffrey Chaucer)
She was such a distinct presence, and she took so much sensual, vividly-described pleasure in things, that it's nearly impossible to believe she's gone. I missed her already -- I'll miss her a lot more knowing she won't be back.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne,
Thassay so hard, so sharp the conquering,
The dredful Ioy, that alwey slit so yerne,
Al this mene I by love, that my feling
Astonyeth with his wonderful worching
So sore y-wis, that whan I on him thinke,
Nat wot I wel wher that I wake or winke.
(The Parlement of Fowles, Geoffrey Chaucer)