years off purgatory
Within the past two days, I have gone to Gloucester Cathedral, Bristol Cathedral, St. Mary Redcliffe's, and Canterbury Cathedral. Right now, the memory is just one big gothic cathedral with hints of romanesque. Fortunately, I have pictures to refresh when need be.
Though, don't get the impression that I minded going. Hell, I signed up to see all these churches, and they were all quite nice. Spectacular, really.
Currently, I am writing a response paper to that wonderful production to Merchant of Venice while listening to Silverchair. Or rather, I'm listening to Sliverchair and occasionally write a sentence. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed this stuff. ... The music, not so much the writing. Well, response papers. Fortunately, I have been getting a lot of ideas for stories to write; unfortunately, they all deal with unfaithfulness under different circumstances. I blame the swiss army knife and the wrist watch. This is a time where we don't assume that those most avidly against something are those most obsessed with it.
But anyway, time to argue about the Jew of Veince.