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Hell's Library, parts I-IIIMost people have a very specific picture of Hell in their minds—fire and brimstone, flaming abyss, that sort of thing. But I can tell you from my own experience that it’s not like that at all. In fact, hell is nothing more than a library.Hell's Library, parts I-III
You may wonder how I know this. The answer is simple: I am the librarian. It’s an unfortunate, thankless, ghastly job, but if Hell is to be a library, there must be a librarian.
I can’t recall how I got here. One moment I was an idealistic young college graduate, searching the want ads
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RainHow willing is the rain to fall And pitter-pat the ground! When budding spring commands it jump, It jumps in eager bound.Rain
From darkened sky it tumbles down And pounds upon our heads. But would it not have much preferred To stay home, safe, instead?
Harder now the rain doth pour; Its pounding voice gets loud. Umbrellas spread to welcome it, Trees with respect are bowed.
But when the clouds at last decree That rain should cease to fall, What happens to the little drops That never fell at all?
Surely they must sit at home &
by ~astonishme
The Garden“Do roses quite die when they are left to themselves?” –The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson BurnettThe Garden
Inside my head, a garden flow’ring fair Falls into shocking splendid disarray, Nasturtiums tumbling, orange-red, and there The bluebells trip and sunny daisies sway.
I let these thoughts that bloom and overflow With wild abandon fill that crowded space, Then pray the joyful clutter will soon grow And reach into that mournful other place.
For in my heart, the roses, without light Surrounded by an ivy-covered wall, Have gone untouched, untended thr
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The King Is In the AltogetherAnd there I was, out strolling in the sun Among the subjects of my royal court, Parading in my brand new violet coat And grass-green breeches trimmed with silken string. My shirt was lovely: pearly gray, with aThe King Is In the Altogether
Cravat of brilliant ocean blue, tied tight. My splendid shoes clicked grandly on the tiles— A perfect fit, such as I’d never worn, And tied with laces of the purest gold.
Imagine, then, the shock it was to find That all my finery was in my head: Those scoundrels let me walk the palace grounds In undergarments, plain and snowy white! Ridiculous, they m
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- Current Residence: Arizona/Evanston, IL
- Interests: singing, opera, literature, music history, food, whimsy
- Favourite movie: Pride and Prejudice, Gosford Park, Casablanca, Murder by Death (representative sample)
- Favourite band or musician: Sondheim, Christine Lavin, Indigo Girls, Nathan Gunn, Susan Graham, Mirella Freni, Natalie Dessay
- Favourite genre of music: classical, musical theater, folk
- Favourite artist: Seurat, I suppose.
- Favourite poet or writer: Jane Austen, John Irving, Rohinton Mistry, Noel Streatfeild, Jasper Fforde
- Operating System: MAC!
- MP3 player of choice: iPod. Regular size...though I think mine might be a photo iPod.
- Shell of choice: Conch.
- Wallpaper of choice: "Maybe tonight? What are the odds?" -Arrested Development
- Skin of choice: The one I'm in.
- Favourite game: Scattergories, Apples to Apples, Balderdash, Scrabble, Trivial Pursuit
- Personal Quote: "Je ne te parle pas--je chante pour moi-même!" -Carmen
- Tools of the Trade: my fingers and a keyboard, occasionally a blank book and pens
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