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Begin Anywhere (John Cage)
Early morning, late night. It's dark and I sit in a small pool of light, a single and not especially powerful lightbulb as the only light on in the house or hereabouts. Even the streetlighting is off. The cats are asleep, snuffling softly after imagined rabbits. I've been reading Virginia Woolf's Thoughts on Peace in an Air Raid, as it went with the mood and the recent re-listening to A Presumption of Death and a sudden burst of wimseyfic reading.
Odd how many people who write wimseyfic also seem to write vorkosiganfic; then again, as they seem to write Cordelia/Aral, perhaps it's not at all surprising. Harriet Vane and Cordelia Vorkosigan: perhaps the closest I come to having heroes.
Odd how many people who write wimseyfic also seem to write vorkosiganfic; then again, as they seem to write Cordelia/Aral, perhaps it's not at all surprising. Harriet Vane and Cordelia Vorkosigan: perhaps the closest I come to having heroes.