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[patriciamydear]

It was Donleavy...in the library...with a stack of books and an angry glare.

Had Clue been around in Patricia Louise Donleavy's day, she would probably have found it just as inane and pointless as any other amusement. So, instead of attempting to venture outside on this nice day to go hunting or play tennis, she is once more in the library.

Settling

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[rob_fellows]

No you see him, now you don't. Now you see him, you see him, you don't, you see him.

Like a spy in a comic book, Robin Goodfellow suddenly appears at the top of the shelf.

"Looking for a good read? Bill's section is a bit further down," he volunteers, helpfully, and, well... puckishly.

[patriciamydear]

"Bill?"

[rob_fellows]

"Master William Shakespeare," Puck replies, grinning a bit wider. "He definitely wrote what he knew, and I daresay, his poetry was palatable."

As was the rest of him, hmmm mmm.

[patriciamydear]

"Ah. I read a great deal of Shakespeare in school. I rather liked the tragedies."

[rob_fellows]

The puck makes a face, slightly pouty and very puckish. "Ah, Verona, the tragic tale of star crossed lovers. Must people always love what is miserable? I much prefer for them to dance and be merry. It's more fun."

[patriciamydear]

"I could care less for the petty romantic troubles of Romeo and Juliet. Now, Macbeth, on the other hand..."

[rob_fellows]

"Aside from the three witches, meh. It is relatively cathartic to see MacBeth and his hag get the boot, though."

[patriciamydear]

"In a climate where rival nobles and warlords frequently resorted to violence to achieve a change in their fortunes, I find it hard to fault such ambition."

[rob_fellows]

"It is more about means, don't you think? So many more interesting ways of getting one's way..."

[patriciamydear]

"Quite."

[rob_fellows]

The puck chuckles, and hops from his perch, to the floor. "Well then, Madam. I suppose introductions are as opportune as they can be." He gives her a phantasmagorical bow, and grins wide. "Robin Goodfellow, at your service."

Not really at your service, actually, but the sentence does have a good ring to it.

[patriciamydear]

"Patricia Donleavy."

Puck's bow receives only a curt nod in reply.

[rob_fellows]

"Madam." He straightens, and eyes her. "You're a mathematics professor, aren't you?"

[patriciamydear]

"A tutor, yes. Why?"

[rob_fellows]

"It was a random guess. You look very serious, is why."

And you didn't really have the same kind of of outlook on Bill as he expects a literature professor to have, but Puck is highly biased in that respect.

[patriciamydear]

"I teach at Somerville, part of Oxford University," Donleavy explains dryly, "and I see no point in being needlessly frivolous, even in my leisure pursuits."