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[mauve_mage]

Eleven pages done out of twenty five. Coming along slowly.

And now for something completely different.
Ic þis giedd wrece, bi me ful geomorre minre sylfre sið

Ic þæt secgan mæg hwæt ic yrmþa gebad siþþan icupweox

niwes oþþe ealdes noma þon nu aicwite wonn minra

wræcsiþa ærest minhlaford gewat heonan ofleodum

ofer yþa

Comments

[mammothtank]

What in blazes?

[melficesilesia]

I'd say Beowulf, but it could be any old-English poem.

[mauve_mage]

Yup. It's "The Wife's Lament."
Ic þis giedd wrece, bi me ful geomorre minre sylfre sið
Ich this yedd wrechay, bee mey full yeomoray, minra selfra seeth.
I sing this song, about me, full of sadness, my sorrowful journey.

It's not meant to be a reflection on anything in my life right now; I've just had the first few lines stuck in my head for some reason and I figured the best way to get rid of it was to write it down. It worked, but now I have the "All Your Base" song stuck there instead. -_- NOT AN IMPROVEMENT.

[melficesilesia]

Hah!

[posindustries]

It's all greek to me.

[darkgarud]

O pedro tis einai malaka

[posindustries]

Cthulu Ftagn!

[mauve_mage]

Pog mo thoin!