"Thys beth a grete booke, and yet why beth ther nat room for bookes of classiques plus zombyes?"

[larryhammer]

On the off chance that not everyone has seen this already ...

The Consolation of Philosophie the Vampyre Slayer:

Boece languisheth in prisone, in which he is ysealed by the Mayster. Anon, Ladye Philosophie, who knoweth nat whethir she loveth Plato or Spyke moore, cometh to save Boece. She slayeth the vampyre of worldlie vanitee, the vampyre of illusorie goodes, and the vampyre of confusioun about the coexistense of Goddes foreknowledge wyth human free will. And ther are also many zingie one-lyners.

Along with Aeneid and Zombyes and The Art of Courtlye Love and Cannibalism ("Ywis, thys is a booke that shall gyve the grete Doctour C.S. Lewys sum thyng to thinke upon: talke about Ovid misunderstood!"), and a travesty of Virginia Woolfe Wulfstan.

But not Exhaustiveleye Boringe Discussiouns of Penitential Theologie in Tetrameter AND HIPPOGRIFFS. At all. Ever.

---L.

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[dancinghorse.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love this lj!

[larryhammer]

Chaucer's posts have become rare events, but each one is, still, a beautiful thing.

---L.