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desperanceI am not entirely clear when I became this kind of person, but right now I am thinking that every construction site should be required by law to post an address to which one could send irate and anonymous notices, such as "You are not allowed to continue work in this neighbourhood past six o'clock at night." Thus putting them on notice, but staying shy of actually officially complaining. Passive-aggressive for the win, say I; how did it ever acquire such a poor reputation?
And oh yes, aren't I supposed to be working or something? On account of not needing to cook? These hours are precious, and not to be frittered away. "Come in under the shadow of this red rock" - I suppose Lawrence might have read Eliot, tho' I don't think he'd have approved. But it's probably more fun not to have him say it. I like leaving stuff just lying there, for readers to pick up if they're quick. (My first fantasy series has a character called Marron; if you pay attention, you'll find instances of sweet chestnut and horse chestnut and marron glacé in there, purely for the grin of it, though I don't suppose anyone else has ever noticed.)
And oh yes, aren't I supposed to be working or something? On account of not needing to cook? These hours are precious, and not to be frittered away. "Come in under the shadow of this red rock" - I suppose Lawrence might have read Eliot, tho' I don't think he'd have approved. But it's probably more fun not to have him say it. I like leaving stuff just lying there, for readers to pick up if they're quick. (My first fantasy series has a character called Marron; if you pay attention, you'll find instances of sweet chestnut and horse chestnut and marron glacé in there, purely for the grin of it, though I don't suppose anyone else has ever noticed.)