I am reading Lord Macauley's
The History of England and dude.
Dude. I just finished up Ch. 9, "The Attack on the Universities", where I hung on
every word and wrung my hands and went, "DON'T DO IT JAMES!" and cheered for Oxford and then wrung my hands some more. It was like watching a soap opera! You keep wondering what's going to happen next! Only history is this maddening! (And Martin. Oh, Martin.)
(Yes, I know, the irony of this coming on the heels of my
pondering of European government. Carry on.)
Of course, I'd be more thrilled about this if I didn't have to read another 130 pages of Macauley. (We're just reading selections.) And then get back to the Ancient Novel paper I haven't even started, the one that's due Thursday (afternoon. Afternoon, thank God).
Naturally, this makes me think about Dust, and the loyalties of the Narnian nobles that still have positions under the Calormenes. (Including, you know, the people that Tirian is staying with. How
exactly did the Calormenes get Prejun to keep his job? He's, like,
classic "throw out of office guy", at least on the surface. Appointed by Erlian, close to Tirian's family, married to someone of royal blood, (relatively) likable (OR IS HE?), nonhuman. And yet he still holds what's arguably one of the most powerful (Narnian) positions left in the realm. Feel free to debate amongst yourselves.)