The past two days have been rather eventful, as I have spent most of my day in sequester with the Council of Research.  The hall of the Council of Research is a delightful building, decorated quite liberally with lovingly hand-carved motifs of books and scrolls and writing implements ancient and modern.  The masterpiece atop the central doorway, ( Read more... )

I awoke for the first time in days without a headache, only to strike the crown of my head quite violently upon the low sloped ceiling of the room to which I was assigned.  I predicted a very dim potential for the remainder of my day ( Read more... )

    I awoke again with a head-ache.  I was amazed that my injury was lasting so long, momentarily, but then I recognised the familiar symptoms of a night of excessive libations.  I was thankful for the dim atmosphere of the room, and dozed for several minutes before hunger drew me from my room to the pub below ( Read more... )

    I woke with easily the most dreadful head-ache I have ever experienced, and a lump upon the back of my head which prevented me from laying my head comfortably even upon my well-stuffed straw pillow.  After half an hour of general achiness and discomfort, I grudgingly arose from the warm straw to the smell of fish and camphor once again.  A ( Read more... )

Much has happened since last I wrote.  The storm of which I spoke on my last entry was indeed a bad one.  It is clear to me now why no sailors went below-decks: every hand was needed just to prevent the destruction of the rigging.  At one point, the howling gale-wind overwhelmed even my weariness, and I was forced to rise from my bed.  Donning my ( Read more... )

Several months ago, a contemporary of mine, a Professor Aadesh, having read and been most influenced by the works previously written by my humble self on the Eastern Asian lands and the villagers of the south Americas, contacted me with an offer I found I could not refuse.  Having happened upon the funding of a wealthy patron of the exploration of ( Read more... )