Apr. 7th, 2008

  • 7:21 PM
sophistry: ([Aubreyad] utterly dished)
The gravy came, somewhat pale and thin, but adequate: Jack ate and drank. "Surely you will have a little more?" he said. "The bird lies before you, or what is left of it. And another glass of wine?"

"I will not. I have done quite well; and as I said, I must be tolerably Spartan. I shall probably have a busy day tomorrow, starting early. But I will join you when the port comes on."

Jack ate on without embarrassment -- they were very old friends, differing widely in size, weight, capacity, requirements -- but without much appetite either.

Stephen said, "Will I tell you another of Plato's observations?"

"Pray do," said Jack, his smile briefly returning.

"It should please you, since you have a very pretty hand. Hinksey quoted it when I dined with him in London and we were discussing the bill of fare: 'Calligraphy,' said Plato, 'is the physical manifestation of an architecture of the soul.' That being so, mine must be a turf-and-wattle kind of soul, since my handwriting would be disowned by a backward cat; whereas yours, particularly on your charts, has a most elegant flow and clarity, the outward form of a soul that might have conceived the Parthenon."

-- Patrick O'Brian, The Commodore, p. 173


OKAY, I AM TELLING YOU, COMING FROM A CLASSICIST LIKE STEPHEN, THAT IS LIKE. SDKLJFLSAKJAF;LSKDF. IF YOU HAVE STUDIED THE PARTHENON, YOU WILL UNDERSTAND. *tiny helpless shippy noises*

That day, Jack was amazed to discover that when Stephen was saying, "Blah blah Parthenon," what he meant was, "I love you."

(A turf-and-wattle kind of soul. Oh, Stephen.)

Mar. 25th, 2008

  • 5:05 PM
sophistry: ([Rome] fabricati diem pvnc)
...Yeah, I just rewatched the last two episodes of Rome. HOT FICTIONALISED ROMANS CURRENTLY MUCH MORE INTERESTING THAN THEORETICAL WANK-CAUSING ONES. WHAT CAN I DO.

Anyway, yes. This show. If you have not watched it, then... I don't know what I can say to you. You are an empty vessel leading a joyless life. I have many reasons I could give you, but right now, have just the one really, REALLY compelling one. Not, uh, 100% SFW. )

Yeah.

Mar. 23rd, 2008

  • 11:39 AM
sophistry: ([Aubreyad] Surprise is on our side)
Ahahaha, okay. Attempting to collate orgy of Red Cross ficathon stuff from past two nights, mainly so I can force people to go read some MAGNIFICENT riffs on them by certain co-conspirators. By fandom, then.

Rome [Marc Antony] )

Rome/Good Omens )

Good Omens/Aubreyad )

Aubreyad/PotC; or, The Case of the Problematic Natives )

Mar. 22nd, 2008

  • 5:18 PM
sophistry: ([Tea] working)
A heads-up: [livejournal.com profile] bookshop's Red Cross ficathon is open again, until 10pm EST tonight. The deal: for every 100 words of fic posted in the comments, [livejournal.com profile] bookshop will donate $1 (up to a total of $100) to this Red Cross drive, where every dollar raised this week will be matched by a local business. So far, $78.40 worth of fic has been written - that's 2,160 words left to go.

Alternatively, for every $1 you donate to the campaign, you get 100 words of fic from [livejournal.com profile] bookshop based on a prompt of your choosing.

So if anybody has any mojo left over from writing porn drabbles all day yesterday and/or is brimming over with fandomly creativity after striking against LJ for a WHOLE DAY, this would be a good place to dump it. Just sayin'!

ETA: Which it is I wrote moar, though am unsure if they are long enough to bother reposting. Rome and Rome/GO, respectively.

I'M NOT EVEN GOING TO CUT THIS ONE

  • Mar. 21st, 2008 at 5:41 AM
sophistry: ([Aubreyad] utterly dished)
"You are to consider that a certain melancholy and often a certain irascibility accompany advancing age: indeed, it might be said that advancing age equals ill-temper. On reaching the middle years a man perceives that he is no longer able to do certain things, that what looks he may have had are deserting him, that he has a ponderous great belly, and that however he may yet burn he is no longer attractive to women; and he rebels. Fortitude, resignation and philosophy are of more value than any pills, red, white or blue."

"Stephen, surely you would never consider me middle-aged, would you?"

"Navigators are notoriously short-lived, and for them middle-age comes sooner than for quiet abstemious country gentlemen. Jack, you have led as unhealthy a life as can well be imagined, perpetually exposed to the falling damps, often wet to the skin, called up at all hours of the night by that infernal bell. You have been wounded the Dear knows how many times, and you have been cruelly overworked. No wonder your hair is grey."

"My hair is not grey. It is a very becoming buttercup-yellow."

Jack wore his hair long, clubbed and tied with a broad black bow. Stephen plucked the bow loose and brought the far end of plait round before his eyes.

"Well I'm damned," said Jack, looking at it in the sunlight. "Well I'm damned; you are quite right. There are several grey hairs... scores of grey hairs. It is positively grizzled, like a badger-pie. I had never noticed."

Six bells.

"Will I tell you something more cheerful?" asked Stephen.

"Please do," said Jack, looking up from his queue with that singularly sweet smile Stephen had known from their earliest acquaintance.

- Patrick O'Brian, Clarissa Oakes, p.17-18



THESE BOOKS DO SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS TO MY HEART.

Also, I wrote a thing (related). I know, try not to die of shock. To which point: you should all go fic for charity as well.

Mar. 19th, 2008

  • 1:24 PM
sophistry: ([Aubreyad] utterly dished)
Oh, boys.

(Faintly spoilery, but only if you do not choose to read, you know, the blurbs on the back of the books; thus, blurb-y context of a few novels ago.)

'Well,' said Jack, 'I am sorry I flew out. I am sorry I spoke so chuff.' )

Mar. 12th, 2008

  • 9:30 PM
sophistry: ([Aubreyad] utterly dished)
I said I'd do this earlier anyway, but tonight's O'Brianspam is ex post facto in honour of me having Maturin'd a great dirty splinter out from under the nail of my middle finger. That fucker was all the way in.

Now, Doctor, do you choose to have a bout? )

In other news: it is very hard to ignore the upcoming St. Patrick's Day when a key point in the dating of Latin loan-words into Irish hinges on the translation of his name from 'Patricius'; it is likewise hard, when you can feel the impending and inevitable Irish Rage, to try and write an unbiased dissertation that is partly about why the Roman question gives scholars Irish Rage.

PIMP POST - Akihabara@DEEP

  • Apr. 5th, 2007 at 9:34 PM
sophistry: ([JE] do our nairu and talk about boy!)
*FANFARE*

For the past... some... weeks, something has taken over my life. Something strange, and new, and terrible. I caught it, slowly and painfully, bit by bit and byte by byte from sluggish torrent downloads, and have been laboriously undertaking the (even slower and more painful) task of spreading this horrifying plague to others. I shall take them down with me, I think to myself, as I sit hollow-eyed in front of the computer screen. I ain't going down alone.

And now, finally, the time has come. Friendslist, I've been watching a New Show. And I'm here to pimp it to you, whether you like it or not.

Ladies and gentlemen:

Akihabara@DEEP )


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