"Farewell and Adieu, You Spanish Ladies..."

The computer does not seem to be allowing me to visit any site which is not Livejournal.

Normally this would be okay, if annoying; except that at present, I need to update my site, check my e-mail, and I'd really rather like to get my daily BoyMeetsBoy fix.

I assume some of these things can be done at the library; at least I hope so. In the meantime, I will sulk.

Oh! But I have a discussion topic.

You may have noticed that one of my projects here is slowly but assuredly to throw my speech/writing back a couple of centuries (hence hyphenating to-day and to-morrow and for-ever; using older words; amending my spelling to convert it to British). Well, I've recently discovered two more things that seem to crop up in old literature frequently, here to be detailed:

One is the use of the word 'divers' to mean 'diverse', as exhibited by Benvenuto Cellini in his Autobiography (which was translated back in the very early nineteen-hundreds, or at any rate my copy is), and the second is the spelling of 'connection' as 'connexion', used by Herman Melville in my copy of Moby-Dick.

These two are a bit more ambitious that any of my previous changes, but they're ones I rather like, especially 'divers'. Ought I go in for it? Any thoughts?

I'd like to know what you think, after all. You all have such divers opinions.

ETA: Hmm, LJ spellcheck doesn't object to either one...

"Take a Good Look at my Face..."

I think that children are exploiting my emotions.

I hate children.

I love innocence.

I hate noisy little sticky whiny crying creatures that can say I hate you without even realising what it means and never make things easy.

I love smiles and getting hugged for no reason and when it's not noticed that I dress and act like a weirdo.

I see them in the library, and I avoid them, I don't look at them, I walk away when they're there.

They come after me and beam at me and talk to me and bring me books that they want to show me, not make me read to them.

I don't want to like them.

They don't care whether I like them.

I hate loud noises.

I love miracles.

I like to talk weirdly.

They don't really care what I'm saying anyway; they like the way my voice sounds.

I hate children.

But sometimes it randomly gets very hard.

I don't get it. -_-

"Someday Pigs Will Fly..."

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