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*has been playing with kites, of late -- curio renewed his interest in them, and sometimes things stick in his mind instead of slipping away, things like the names of apples and the buttons in his collection and the question of whether or not turtles have collapsible spines. a kite is something he can do, something he can make, and he likes making them more and more fanciful, more and more complex. some are shaped like birds -- some like butterflies and flying ships -- and when he's making one shaped a bit like a box, he has a thought.
in true rosencrantz fashion, he can't quite articulate that thought. but he can find lots of light-but stody fabric and rods and piano wire and take them out all unto the lawn, to begin building what is starting to look like a very large series of kites. he can also go back to the mansion, peek his head in the door, and ask very matter-of-factly --*
i don't suppose anyone here would like to help me fly, would they? *adding, because he owes them an explanation* in the air.
typist: i blame wikipedia.
in true rosencrantz fashion, he can't quite articulate that thought. but he can find lots of light-but stody fabric and rods and piano wire and take them out all unto the lawn, to begin building what is starting to look like a very large series of kites. he can also go back to the mansion, peek his head in the door, and ask very matter-of-factly --*
i don't suppose anyone here would like to help me fly, would they? *adding, because he owes them an explanation* in the air.
typist: i blame wikipedia.