Monthly Archives: November 2018

“They aim these things at me,” said King Clode.

Posted on November 27, 2018 by Nolie Alcarturiel

“Everything is aimed at me.” (Thurber’s The White Deer) The video-introduction scheme has been scrapped, which means I had to write yet another introductory essay and do a powerpoint of pictures to go with each thing I’m reading. Due Thursday. Dr … Continue reading →

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Hopkins paper

Posted on November 17, 2018 by Nolie Alcarturiel

Here’s the literary paper I kept. The rest is fairly self-explanatory. I included the bibliography here because I know some of you might be interested in the sources, which at the time of this writing were all available on Jstor. … Continue reading →

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SUN, A. S. LIII

Posted on November 14, 2018 by Nolie Alcarturiel

  When, at St Radegunde’s Fair in the second half of August, I learned about the prospect of an agricultural track at the Stellar University of Northshield, I asked two friends of mine at church who are interested in forms of … Continue reading →

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I return to the haunts of men

Posted on November 12, 2018 by Nolie Alcarturiel

Or at least to these haunts, from a very different sort of haunt, which I haunted mostly in garb. I have now gone to Wisconsin and returned again, alive, without a parent or sibling with me. (Of course, we had … Continue reading →

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Historiography notes, part I

Posted on November 7, 2018 by Nolie Alcarturiel

A novel takes its foundation from documentation, but is free to build on it with what could or would have happened as long as its interpretation of people shows them acting according to what we know of their characters. We … Continue reading →

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Well, I’m back.

Posted on November 5, 2018 by Nolie Alcarturiel

Hallo again. Apologies for the absence. But last week I woke up a little before my alarm and ready to get up (not with the bounding energy my sister’s known for, but still) not only one but three days. I can’t … Continue reading →

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