August 9th, 2009

gankutsu-oh pointy ears and all

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I admit the hanging black clouds, tattered at the hemline, that scuttled across the just-post-sundown sky ahead of the storm were eerie and wonderful, like pantomime assassins hastening to do the dire deed. (ETA or Ringwraiths, or something even nastier in black cloaks.) The two hours of NOISE and DELUGE that followed were totally unnecessary, in my ever so very humble opinion.

And since I couldn't be online, and since I have a hard time concentrating on things like plot and dialogue when there's NOISE and DELUGE happening, I rousted out one of my ancient White Hart Japanese novels (the one where the silver-haired amethyst-eyed magic-wielding biseinen is called 'ill'-- lower casing it because ariel font makes it look like a Roman 3-- and read fifty pages of it. Read fast, I stopped being bothered that the author informs me every three lines that ill has (clear, cold, fathomless) amethyst eyes and that the quondem Dragon Prince (never got far enough in the series to find out does he turn into a dragon) has (sparkling, mischievous, teasing) onyx eyes, and concentrated instead on remembering the Japanese words for rowan, elm, yew, and mistletoe. My pleasures are recherche indeed.