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I produced this sentence, and I'm inclined to leave it alone until I'm in revision stage. What do you think?
On the other side of the room, at the window overlooking the garden where a particularly well-muscled gardener, his shirt tied round his waist, was doing something heroic looking with a curved saw, Count Peter, the quiet one, could almost be heard to say the whole subject could have been neatly avoided if Vladi had married a virgin in the first place as he had suggested (which in fact he did not, but there's no arguing with twenty-twenty hindsight).
I'm afraid the book will be boring, because there's so much told stuff and so much faffing about with kinship and inheritance rights and technological progress at a time sort of like about 1900 but of course it is in a fantasy world where there are magical animals and an unnamed moribund two-bit Empire that's reduced to a winter social season in the capital and endless litigation on the part of the Electors and, of course, secret police.
On a related note, Frank drew a diagram about the fact that it is snowing in Prague this week, and his determination that this is "bullshit."
And on a completely different front, I am on Tamiflu and taking two days off so I don't re-infect the dears who gave me the flu. The delicious thing about Tamiflu? Not the fact that a relatively common side effect is dizziness -- I figure everything I put in my body that isn't a green vegetable has the potential to make me woozy -- but that another relatively common side effect is coughing. I should have Frank draw a diagram about that, too.
On the other side of the room, at the window overlooking the garden where a particularly well-muscled gardener, his shirt tied round his waist, was doing something heroic looking with a curved saw, Count Peter, the quiet one, could almost be heard to say the whole subject could have been neatly avoided if Vladi had married a virgin in the first place as he had suggested (which in fact he did not, but there's no arguing with twenty-twenty hindsight).
I'm afraid the book will be boring, because there's so much told stuff and so much faffing about with kinship and inheritance rights and technological progress at a time sort of like about 1900 but of course it is in a fantasy world where there are magical animals and an unnamed moribund two-bit Empire that's reduced to a winter social season in the capital and endless litigation on the part of the Electors and, of course, secret police.
On a related note, Frank drew a diagram about the fact that it is snowing in Prague this week, and his determination that this is "bullshit."
And on a completely different front, I am on Tamiflu and taking two days off so I don't re-infect the dears who gave me the flu. The delicious thing about Tamiflu? Not the fact that a relatively common side effect is dizziness -- I figure everything I put in my body that isn't a green vegetable has the potential to make me woozy -- but that another relatively common side effect is coughing. I should have Frank draw a diagram about that, too.
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