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truepennyDis. reading: Eamon Duffy, The Stripping of the Altars: Traditional Religion in England 1400-1580.
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Have finished editing Ch. 9. Assuming I can stay awake, will probably finish with Ch. 10 today, leaving only the unspeakable agonies of Chs. 11 and 12 before I can go through the whole damn thing on the computer one more time and put everything right. And then I can send it to my agent, and it can be his problem.
I am reminded of a passage from my favorite Edward Gorey, The Unstrung Harp:
Holding TUH not very neatly done up in pink butcher's paper, which was all he could find in a last-minute search before leaving to catch his train for London, Mr Earbrass arrives at the offices of his publishers to deliver it. The stairs look oddly menacing, as though he might break a leg on one of them. Suddenly the whole thing strikes him as very silly, and he thinks he will go and drop his parcel off the Embankment and thus save everyone concerned a good deal of fuss.
I tend to allude to The Unstrung Harp at random moments and in odd, devious, and oblique fashions. Because I love it, and it's all so true! *sobs* If you aren't familiar with it (or with the other works of the estimable and lamented Mr. Gorey), I highly recommend it.
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WORKS CITED
Gorey, Edward. The Unstrung Harp; or, Mr Earbrass Writes az Novel. 1953. Amphigorey. New York: Perigree-Berkley, 1972.
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Have finished editing Ch. 9. Assuming I can stay awake, will probably finish with Ch. 10 today, leaving only the unspeakable agonies of Chs. 11 and 12 before I can go through the whole damn thing on the computer one more time and put everything right. And then I can send it to my agent, and it can be his problem.
I am reminded of a passage from my favorite Edward Gorey, The Unstrung Harp:
Holding TUH not very neatly done up in pink butcher's paper, which was all he could find in a last-minute search before leaving to catch his train for London, Mr Earbrass arrives at the offices of his publishers to deliver it. The stairs look oddly menacing, as though he might break a leg on one of them. Suddenly the whole thing strikes him as very silly, and he thinks he will go and drop his parcel off the Embankment and thus save everyone concerned a good deal of fuss.
I tend to allude to The Unstrung Harp at random moments and in odd, devious, and oblique fashions. Because I love it, and it's all so true! *sobs* If you aren't familiar with it (or with the other works of the estimable and lamented Mr. Gorey), I highly recommend it.
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WORKS CITED
Gorey, Edward. The Unstrung Harp; or, Mr Earbrass Writes az Novel. 1953. Amphigorey. New York: Perigree-Berkley, 1972.
