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Papers and silly quotes
Theory paper first draft = finished except for conclusion
[eta: Conclusion done!]
I thought it was high time for another round of "![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elaby posts ridiculous quotations from the lit she's reading for school." The last time was all the way back when I read Dido, Queen of Carthage, and that wasn't even silly... it just sounded like a Dido song.
This, on the other hand, is pretty damn silly. Uhh, Shakespeare... I'm really sorry about this, but I think I may be leaving you for Marlowe.
From Hero and Leander (rewriting classical myths for the win!) Leander, the boy, has just asked Hero, the girl, who she's pledged her closely-guarded virginity to.
'To Venus,' answered she, and as she spake,
Forth from those two translucent cisterns brake
A stream of liquid pearl, which down her face
Made milk-white paths, whereon the gods might trace
To Jove's high court.
Wackiest metaphor for crying ever.
And just to balance that with prettiness, a description of the city where they're having a festival to Adonis:
For every street like to a firmament
Glistered with breathing stars
I [heart] Marlowe's extravagant writing. Always good for a laugh!
[eta: Conclusion done!]
I thought it was high time for another round of "
elaby posts ridiculous quotations from the lit she's reading for school." The last time was all the way back when I read Dido, Queen of Carthage, and that wasn't even silly... it just sounded like a Dido song.This, on the other hand, is pretty damn silly. Uhh, Shakespeare... I'm really sorry about this, but I think I may be leaving you for Marlowe.
From Hero and Leander (rewriting classical myths for the win!) Leander, the boy, has just asked Hero, the girl, who she's pledged her closely-guarded virginity to.
'To Venus,' answered she, and as she spake,
Forth from those two translucent cisterns brake
A stream of liquid pearl, which down her face
Made milk-white paths, whereon the gods might trace
To Jove's high court.
Wackiest metaphor for crying ever.
And just to balance that with prettiness, a description of the city where they're having a festival to Adonis:
For every street like to a firmament
Glistered with breathing stars
I [heart] Marlowe's extravagant writing. Always good for a laugh!
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