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tenlittlebullets) wrote2008-02-09 10:58 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2008-02-09 10:58 pm
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*grabs the Aleve*
Holy shit guys, Camden lock is burning down.
I had forgotten how minuscule the print is in my annotated LM. The text of the novel itself looks to be about 10pt, the notes more like 8pt and half of them are in italics. When I had it from the library a couple years ago, I actually bought a pair of reading glasses even though my vision is perfectly fine, but I have since managed to scratch them horribly and then misplace them and forget about them. I kind of wish I'd remembered, because I tried going through it tonight looking for parts to type up and now I have a pretty awful headache. I did find some good stuff, though: a very extended version of Javert denouncing himself to M. Madeleine, the original idea for how Marius found out the truth about his father, M. Gillenormand's cousin the entomologist, a short and sad little scene after Cosette throws away her convent clothes... I'll transcribe it after I've either found my reading glasses or bought a new pair.
And so help me God, I need some impulse control. I went to the mall (yeah, I know) today for a very specific item: Lush sells a shampoo bar with henna in it, I don't want my red hair to fade, and for some reason they don't sell it on the website. I walked out with the shampoo bar in question, plus $30 worth of stuff from L'Occitane en Provence, a 2008 calendar of Waterhouse paintings (which I'd secretly been wanting, but not entertaining any real hope of finding), and an arm-breaking load of books that I used up all my Borders gift cards on. And it's all brain candy, too--I have a secret weakness for Da Vinci Code ripoffs, which are a definite case of the imitations being way better than the original, but still kinda trashy even if the writing isn't as horrible as Dan Brown's. You know the type. Unassuming modern scholar starts unravelling a historical mystery and ends up discovering some utterly fanciful Dangerous Secret buried in the annals of history... it's a guilty pleasure, what can I say. (And dude, The Historian is about Vlad Ţepeş. How could I resist?)
...the headache hasn't gone away yet. Fucking tiny text.
I had forgotten how minuscule the print is in my annotated LM. The text of the novel itself looks to be about 10pt, the notes more like 8pt and half of them are in italics. When I had it from the library a couple years ago, I actually bought a pair of reading glasses even though my vision is perfectly fine, but I have since managed to scratch them horribly and then misplace them and forget about them. I kind of wish I'd remembered, because I tried going through it tonight looking for parts to type up and now I have a pretty awful headache. I did find some good stuff, though: a very extended version of Javert denouncing himself to M. Madeleine, the original idea for how Marius found out the truth about his father, M. Gillenormand's cousin the entomologist, a short and sad little scene after Cosette throws away her convent clothes... I'll transcribe it after I've either found my reading glasses or bought a new pair.
And so help me God, I need some impulse control. I went to the mall (yeah, I know) today for a very specific item: Lush sells a shampoo bar with henna in it, I don't want my red hair to fade, and for some reason they don't sell it on the website. I walked out with the shampoo bar in question, plus $30 worth of stuff from L'Occitane en Provence, a 2008 calendar of Waterhouse paintings (which I'd secretly been wanting, but not entertaining any real hope of finding), and an arm-breaking load of books that I used up all my Borders gift cards on. And it's all brain candy, too--I have a secret weakness for Da Vinci Code ripoffs, which are a definite case of the imitations being way better than the original, but still kinda trashy even if the writing isn't as horrible as Dan Brown's. You know the type. Unassuming modern scholar starts unravelling a historical mystery and ends up discovering some utterly fanciful Dangerous Secret buried in the annals of history... it's a guilty pleasure, what can I say. (And dude, The Historian is about Vlad Ţepeş. How could I resist?)
...the headache hasn't gone away yet. Fucking tiny text.