The third eye. Lid.
Jul. 27th, 2006 06:06 pmSo there we were, me at desk and Barry sprawled indolently across both keyboard and manuscript, so that there was absolutely nothing I could do but scratch him under the chin there, just where he adores it; and when he's best purringly pleased with himself and with me his nictating membrane shows itself as he sheathes his eyes, and I was just watching that and thinking that I've been using the word for years but have no actual idea what 'nictating' means, when it struck me with the force of a steam-hammer: actually, it's just a typo. In Barry's case at least, it's a dictating membrane. It means "scratch me under the chin there, dolt." And I do.
[Actually I just looked it up, and it means winking or blinking, which is a little dull; but for added excitement, it can be spelled with an extra syllable. Nictitating. Did ever any word look more like a typo?]
[Actually I just looked it up, and it means winking or blinking, which is a little dull; but for added excitement, it can be spelled with an extra syllable. Nictitating. Did ever any word look more like a typo?]
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Date: 2006-07-27 10:53 pm (UTC)http://jodi-davis.livejournal.com/11430.html
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Date: 2006-07-28 06:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-07-28 06:34 am (UTC)Hey I just finished your first book - I like you too! I'll give you my blow by blow when I can do you justice.... (and yes, Anton is crushable - and yet... crushin' on Elisande...)
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Date: 2006-07-28 06:41 am (UTC)And yay for Elisande - she's my darling too. As are they all, of course - but, see, they're all so young, except for Anton. Or at least, he thinks he's sooo old and dark and bitter in comparison...