i find myself today at work propping elbow on desk, chin on hand, gazing out the window to my left, look out the front of campus, i can see the st. mary’s church spires, if only i could see to the left of the left i could see the ocean. today is grey and cold but i forgot my soft beanie. if only i could see the future of the choice, the future of the future, just to the left, in the ocean. again, i prop, i look, i do not work. i wish the spires’ bells would ring. i wish the spirit dell to wing.
dell – Uncertain relationship to dell, rogue’s cant 16c.-17c. for “a young girl of the vagrant class.” “A Dell is a yonge wenche, able for generation, and not yet knowen … by the vpright man” [Thomas Harman, 1567].
Autem mort: These autem mortes be married women, as.. autem in their language is a church; and they be as caste as a cowe I have, that goeth to bull every moone, but with what bull she careth not…. Some wyll go with childern of ten or xii years of age; yf time and place serve their purpose, they wyll send them into some house, at the window, to steale and robb, which they call in their language milling of the ken…. There is one of these autm mortes, now a widow of fyfty yeres… she goes about with a couple of great boyes, the yongest of them is fast upon xx yeres of age, and these two do lye with her every night, and she lyeth in the middes. She sayeth that they be her childern, babes borne of such abhominable bellye.
– Thomas Harman’s A Caveat, or Warening, for Common Cursetors, 1567.
i’m kind of in love with this man now. for like the next five minutes i’ll continue being fascinated and then i will fade to forget.
Say on. I need something to think about other than how long it’s going to take the heavy wood bookshelf to collapse the broken storage drawer it’s sitting on, and who’s going to have to pick up all the stuff that was in it and put the adding machine back together.
I suspect the answer to the latter is a 6-letter word that starts with D.