it was quite nice to see the sun
Mar. 10th, 2011 01:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensA useful and productive but rather tiring day. Started beautifully sunny, promptly became less so, but at least stayed at the "grey and cloudy" level rather than actually opening the heavens and dropping buckets of rain on me at any point when I was outside.
Census form arrived in the post today. Must remember to fill it in.
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...we shall tell them that it befell on a certain February 2 -- but make no mention of the year, save that it was sometime between the foundation of Kiev University and the discovery of Spitzbergen, and they can make what they will of that, my masters. Why such reticence? Because the moment a romantic story-teller starts committing himself to actual years, and similar pretensions to strict historical fact, his character is gone, being at the mercy of nit-picking critics who will take gloating delight in pointing out (for example) that Attila the Hun couldn't possibly have studied Monteverdi's second madrigal book, because it hadn't been published in his day, see? Nor were pretzels available in the '45 Rebellion, Out upon them, pedants.
-- The Reavers, George Macdonald Fraser
Census form arrived in the post today. Must remember to fill it in.
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...we shall tell them that it befell on a certain February 2 -- but make no mention of the year, save that it was sometime between the foundation of Kiev University and the discovery of Spitzbergen, and they can make what they will of that, my masters. Why such reticence? Because the moment a romantic story-teller starts committing himself to actual years, and similar pretensions to strict historical fact, his character is gone, being at the mercy of nit-picking critics who will take gloating delight in pointing out (for example) that Attila the Hun couldn't possibly have studied Monteverdi's second madrigal book, because it hadn't been published in his day, see? Nor were pretzels available in the '45 Rebellion, Out upon them, pedants.
-- The Reavers, George Macdonald Fraser
