A quiet Sunday
Oh, if only my beloved would call! It's 10 PM now, so I guess he won't call tonight.
I've had a quiet day. I got up at 9:30 and spent the morning working on my Beowulf Manuscript reasearch project. It was really fun, actually--after only a couple of hours of reading from books and articles and examining manuscript facsimiles I learned so much that I didn't know before--for example, that there's only one Beowulf manuscript in existence as far as we know (just imagine if it had been more severely damaged or even completely destroyed in the Cotton library fire of 1731!) and that a stoke over the last letter of a word in an Old English manuscript is an abbreviation for a final m or n and that what looks like a "7" is an abbreviation for "and" which comes from the shorthand system devised by Cicero's assistant M. Tullius Tiro.
So after that I worked on The Gift by Nabokov, and then I read through the Parliament of Fowles section of A. C. Spearing's Medieval Dream Poetry. And now I'm rereading the Parliament of Fowles itself; I've just been taking notes on the section at the beginning that summarizes the Dream of Scipio (Cicero again!). I'll finish The Gift tonight and write in my motif analysis journal about it.
In between all that work I really didn't do much but eat and take a couple of naps (catching up from Friday night, when I got to bed at 4 AM and slept really poorly). I did talk to Mom and Dad on the phone, which was really nice. Now if only I could talk just a little with C.
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