folgha

I said I wanted to post in this blog more regularly...and then promptly failed to do so. Seems about in line with my normal behavior.

Then again, I've slept since then.

I've really not got much left to say today; I run a couple of other blogs and got most of it out there.

Oddly, though, my different blogs get different voices of mine. Today, this blog is getting some of my more contemplative overtones, but it usually picks up the carefully constructed arrogance with which the English Department Warlord conducts himself.

I AM the English Department Warlord!

And as I look at my room in the dorms and the books and papers that are strewn about it, I realize that I am becoming more and more like the Clerk of Oxenford. This does not displease me.

Nor does the fact that I can use litotes easily and well.

I think I may have that bit of Chaucer on my tombstone...should I be so fortunate as to have it remain true. Indeed, I would like to have it said of me and truly, as of the Clerk (for those who have, unfortunately, missed out on Chaucer to this point), that "Gladly would he learn, and gladly teach."

Forgive me that I render it in modern English. But at least it wasn't the 80s band of the same name...