I was, honest to God I was, working away at a very technical and clever post about poetry, revising of, with insights into exactly how much muttering and counting on one’s fingers it actually takes, and here we are within coughing distance of midnight and I have not finished it.
I am thoroughly embarrassed.
Delay partly caused by trying to remember which one of these:
contained the actual poem.
*takes a wild guess* The pale blue one?
Left by Singing Librarian on August 24th, 2006
No, no according to the principle of the inherent cussedness of inanimate objects, it is the one second from the bottom.
Left by healingmagichands on August 25th, 2006
It was in one of those wire-bound ones two-thirds of the way up. But to defeat ‘the inherent cussedness of inanimate objects’, I started dismantling the pile bottom up. Inanimate objects 1, Reed 0. Again.
Left by Reed on August 26th, 2006