it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
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Brain time. It's like hang time.

I'm still doing a lot of thinking about The Stratford Man. I figured out what justifies the title today: Sometimes the themes manifest themselves in my symbolic mind long before they emerge into consciousness. And I'm starting to think more clearly about the five or six major factions in the book, and how the politics have to work.

truepenny will be happy to know that while Spenser does not much figure in the story, Spenser's death seems to, at least. (**Considers briefly a digression into the entire subgenre of hardboiled detectives named after Elizabethan poets. Gives it up as a lost cause, or possibly a Ph.D. thesis.**) I realized today that there will be no riushing this book, and it will take as long as it takes.

Meanwhile, Act I, scene x awaits me. But first a nap and maybe a matinee of Charlie's Angels. It wouldn't do to take ourselves too seriously.

Malvolio: If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I
am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some
are born great, some achieve greatness, and some
have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open
their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them;
and, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be,
cast thy humble slough and appear fresh.

--William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act II, scene v
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