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I hath an ague
Nov. 10th, 2007 01:53 am*sneezes* And am too sick for posting interestingly, or even for IM. Oh, well, at least it ought to be largely gone before I fly...
Have some more Davies instead.
Late November can be a romantic time of year in Canada; the bare trees, the frosty air and whirling winds, the eerie light which sometimes persists for the whole of the day and then sinks, shortly after four, into steely darkness, dispose me to Gothic thoughts.
The Rebel Angels
Sometimes for us in Canada it seems as though the United States and the United Kingdom were cup and saucer, and Canada the spoon, for we are in and out of both with the greatest freedom, and we are given most recognition when we are most a nuisance.
A Voice from the Attic
I don't suppose there is a country in the world where a playwright has such a tremendous field for modesty as Canada.
Shakespeare over the Port
Have some more Davies instead.
Late November can be a romantic time of year in Canada; the bare trees, the frosty air and whirling winds, the eerie light which sometimes persists for the whole of the day and then sinks, shortly after four, into steely darkness, dispose me to Gothic thoughts.
The Rebel Angels
Sometimes for us in Canada it seems as though the United States and the United Kingdom were cup and saucer, and Canada the spoon, for we are in and out of both with the greatest freedom, and we are given most recognition when we are most a nuisance.
A Voice from the Attic
I don't suppose there is a country in the world where a playwright has such a tremendous field for modesty as Canada.
Shakespeare over the Port
