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Mon Oct 1st, 2018
 | 09:12 pm - Eureka
It helps to look at your bookcases occasionally, especially in rooms one doesn't ordinarily read in where the flotsam ends up. And so I am happily reunited with my childhood copy of The Divine Comedy, the one with the Doré engravings. (Well, not actually *mine*- it was my parents'. But the one I read in childhood, yes.)
I don't know how good the translation is, but I've bounced off both the Ciardi and the Pinsky, both in verse form, so a nice unrhymed version might work better.
And aside from that, if it's so bleeding cold, why are there still mosquitoes in my house and why are they still biting me?,
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I've noticed that, too—the mosquitos, I mean. They didn't bother me all throughout the hot, hot summer, but now that it's cool, they're out in droves.
Of course, I do live in a house on a reclaimed marsh, so I suppose that's part of it. Or the very very wet weather we've been having up here. Plenty of breeding grounds. It's just, now we're hitting 40F lows, I expect them to *die*. |
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