On verbosity

[elaby]

It has come to my attention, through the works of William Wordsworth, although not through his poetry but through his prose, most specifically that prose which tries to justify or explain the modes and techniques of his poetry, that a sentence, through no fault of its own, grammatical or otherwise, even in the midst of the most interesting topic, will become, through the extrapolation of the meaning of said sentence and owing to the paths that further explanation take us down, although still important and meaningful, completely and utterly incomprehensible.

Try reading five pages of that after a dozen poems that are a thousand times more interesting than the man's explanation of them.

What's with Lucy? She's in about six of his poems, dies every time, but never at the same age. I'm really interested. I want to write my paper on it, but I fear I won't be able to come up with an actual explanation of it.

This monitor is so bad that I can't see the writing on the journal update page. Kingsbury computers really make me appreciative of my own.

I'll divulge upon my weird dreams later. Helping my father in his revolutionist campaign against Saddam Husein (please tell me I spelled that right) and killing Rasputin with a rusty katana always makes for an interesting night.