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[bedlamsbard]

I feel like I have been studying all day. So much studying. Got up at 7:00, went to breakfast, went to 8:30-9:45 Victorianism class, studied Japanese kanji, read The Medea, went to 1:00 Literary Investigations class, read an article about free Athenian women, studied more Japanese, and that doesn't seem like all that much, but I feel like I have been doing more. *frowns* I know I haven't been writing, and I only bopped around on the Internet at little bit.

Meanwhile, I have Peter Pevensie in my head trying to work the "Jack and Jill went up the hill" rhyme into, I don't even know, something to do with Narnia. Okay. Why did no one tell me that Peter post-PC is really fucking psycho? Like, not even in that vaguely sociopathic way he is in PC (well, my PC). By a few years on, it's not even that he doesn't care, it's that he's highly amused by it all. Although in Narnia, Christ Jesus, he's cynical. I mean, look at this:

And yet this is Narnia, and there’s not a damn thing in Narnia that isn’t steeped in his own history. Not the ground beneath his feet, not the stones on which Caspian’s castle stands, not even the broad expanse of the Great River, which bringest back the memory of the past to him as if he was standing on its banks in the fullest flush of summer, head turned back to the sun and his country humming in content around him. He can’t not look back: he doesn’t dare look forward, because if there’s anything he’s learned in the past decade it’s that Aslan’s left nothing for him in Narnia except for the crises that will never cease, because history is a cyclic poem and even those that know what the past has wrought are doomed to repeat it. Peter’s been here before; he’ll be here again. That’s certain. There are few enough things that are.