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*third, and undoubtedly last, computer snatch*
^_____^ I have Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrel! A beautiful hardback copy from the Sewanee bookstore. I am broke now, utterly so, but it is nice to have such a beautiful-looking book. Of course I shall have no time to read it at least until I'm home again, alas.
Is to-day Ll's birthday? *gasp* This is what I hear! Well, in case my card hasn't come-- *pounces* ECSTATIC NATAL DAY, LL! ^_____^ <3 you ohsomuch. 'Trice wishes you happy birthday, too.
H'm. I hope my letter to Harbert gets there soon.
...Also Sir Andrew's. Sir Andrew's is awfully important, and I want him to have it.
And Horatio has a poem for Hamlet. ^_^ Andrew, Andrew is a boy in our class who is so clever but who dislikes me, I think, alas, but that's not the matter, it's that Andrew wrote a beautiful love poem, and Horatio sent him a very respectful letter requesting that he be allowed to quote the text for Hamlet, and Andrew said that was quite all right, so! But Horatio must wait until he is home, for I have not the poesie with me, and anyway amn't home yet.
To-morrow night is the final night, and the dance, but it will take us a little while to get home, because the drive is so long. I expect to be back by Tuesday.
I love you all so much. I have sent letters when I could, and postcards, although postcards here are too expensive to send really, and I have missed you terribly and thought of you often, but I do assure you all is well here. Once again I hope that as I have not forgotten you, you have not forgotten your Soujin.
And now I must dash to conferences. To-day I (with a group) eat dinner with a guest author! Eep. o_o And then there are student readings, and readings by the author, and after everything else, as if that wasn't enough, there's Casino Night (o_o I have not the faintest idea, I assure you) and *flail* So! I must be off to get everything done.
Should I write my roommate a poem? She is the sweetest girl in the world, and done so much for me in all this time. 'Tis worrisome she might not realise how much I owe her and how grateful I am over it all. Ought I? I might, if I could.
But for the present, valete!
^_____^ I have Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrel! A beautiful hardback copy from the Sewanee bookstore. I am broke now, utterly so, but it is nice to have such a beautiful-looking book. Of course I shall have no time to read it at least until I'm home again, alas.
Is to-day Ll's birthday? *gasp* This is what I hear! Well, in case my card hasn't come-- *pounces* ECSTATIC NATAL DAY, LL! ^_____^ <3 you ohsomuch. 'Trice wishes you happy birthday, too.
H'm. I hope my letter to Harbert gets there soon.
...Also Sir Andrew's. Sir Andrew's is awfully important, and I want him to have it.
And Horatio has a poem for Hamlet. ^_^ Andrew, Andrew is a boy in our class who is so clever but who dislikes me, I think, alas, but that's not the matter, it's that Andrew wrote a beautiful love poem, and Horatio sent him a very respectful letter requesting that he be allowed to quote the text for Hamlet, and Andrew said that was quite all right, so! But Horatio must wait until he is home, for I have not the poesie with me, and anyway amn't home yet.
To-morrow night is the final night, and the dance, but it will take us a little while to get home, because the drive is so long. I expect to be back by Tuesday.
I love you all so much. I have sent letters when I could, and postcards, although postcards here are too expensive to send really, and I have missed you terribly and thought of you often, but I do assure you all is well here. Once again I hope that as I have not forgotten you, you have not forgotten your Soujin.
And now I must dash to conferences. To-day I (with a group) eat dinner with a guest author! Eep. o_o And then there are student readings, and readings by the author, and after everything else, as if that wasn't enough, there's Casino Night (o_o I have not the faintest idea, I assure you) and *flail* So! I must be off to get everything done.
Should I write my roommate a poem? She is the sweetest girl in the world, and done so much for me in all this time. 'Tis worrisome she might not realise how much I owe her and how grateful I am over it all. Ought I? I might, if I could.
But for the present, valete!
