DCXVI

[desperance]

...which is a nice round number to end up on, as it uses one of every Roman numeral I've been using.

For yes! We have an end! I has a draft! (For values of 'draft' that encompass small value, you understand, for I suspect I have not written such a pile of poo for a long time. But hey. Even poo can be recycled into something worthwhile. Eventually.)

Anyway. 616 pages, 195,189 words. Way too many and precious few the right ones, but here they sit.

Also, while our minds are on numbers, the last three days? Have gone one page, two pages, nine pages. Which is a clear progression, the second being twice the first and the third being three times the sum of the first two. I can express it algebraically, I think - a, b=2a, c=3(a+b), d=4(a+b+c) ... - but I don't know what such a progression is called, being insufficiently trained in the art. Also, I am very glad the novel finished here, as I wouldn't at all fancy writing 48 pages tomorrow...

Comments

[jeremy-m.livejournal.com]

But you wouldn't want the beastly DCLXVI.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Is so true. Tho' of course 616, what I have, is an alternate reading of the Number; indeed it comes from the oldest known record, a fragment of an early manuscript from Oxyrhynchus.

Talking of such numbers, though, do you know what is £88.88?

[martyn44.livejournal.com]

The bill for taking No 1 son and fiancee for lunch in Soho? Twelve pence less than £90? A crude numeralogical palindrome? Shakespeare's estate?

No, we didn't have decimal currency then.