Tiny Little Post

So, over at ITM, Karl made mention of the romance Sir Amadace (introduction here), which apparently has a lot of corpses, and I'm reminded of three things: I took to this job for the weirdness; I stayed in this job for the socially oppositional space it allows me to work from; marginal medieval romances are freaking weird and I will love them forever.

Unfortunately, today has to be spent on a Eudora Welty/Utopianism project, with a little Faulkner reading (as well as a bit of grading) mixed in. Non possest omnes facere, sed tempteamus, to misquote Edward Abbey in Latin.