I tell stories, drink tea, read ancient literature, and celebrate the Oxford comma. 'A beastly American.' β C.S. Lewis, probably. Married to a π¨π¦.
Stoked and honored to present my paper "The Virginal and the Voluptuous: Lunar Imagery in Till We Have Faces" at the Undiscovered C.S. Lewis Conference in September!
After watching Becket, I reread Murder in the Cathedral. (I still need to get my hands on Anouilh's play.)
I liked it when I read it eight years ago. This time I loved it.
The play was adapted for the screen in 1951. For the film version Eliot added a couple scenes at the beginning and changed a bit with the knights' speeches.
The screenplay was published with prefaces from Eliot and the director:
https://t.co/nsPQ5LsG8y
The film itself can be rented here:
https://t.co/Ru4FpgaVV1
I believe it's free on Roku but I think that's US only.
@mshurtleffwrite My mom, a middle-aged white lady who minored in African studies, once greeted a Nigerian family in Yoruba. She said they looked like they'd seen a ghost. π
Idk if there's plant Twitter but I am in need of expertise. My friend's mom gifted me a plant (Percy π). None of us know what kind he is. He grew like crazy, but now his leaves have brown spots. I don't know what he wants π I've watered more & less, moved him around
Helpπ
@audrawrongspeak Yeah, that's a crazy rate of weight loss. (Maybe I need to let my gastritis run rampant for a bit. π€ͺ) If you feel better on the lactose-free milk, LactAid would also be worth trying for things that aren't available lactose-free.
Honestly I forget that's a possible reason when I'm trying to figure out why I'm nauseated, haha.
Mine is chronic and secondary to other autoimmune issues, so probably not as severe as yours. The main symptom I notice is feeling bloated and having zero appetite. Ooh that's interesting about the fructose intolerance. I have lactose intolerance that fluctuates in severity.
Five-year-old Warren Bernard reaches for his fatherβs hand as the British Columbia Regiment marches through New Westminster on October 1, 1940, during the Second World War. The photograph became known as βWait for Me, Daddy.β His father, Jack Bernard, returned home safely five years later.