Tonight

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Just a reminder that I’ll be up on the tower from six to half-eight or so for those doing their observations of the Draconids. The weather looks a little iffy, but I think we should have a brief run of clear skies in there. Tomorrow, I'll be up for my usual seven to nine office hours.

7ths years: just a reminder that your final project proposals are due on Thursday. Tonight or tomorrow would be a good time for last questions.

1st years: I’ve had several questions about your essays. Don’t worry: these early assignments are designed to give you a feel for my expectations, and give me a sense of where to focus our attention. We’ll be talking further in class about both, and you’ll get detailed notes as well.

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Re: Private message to Antosha

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Toshenka -

Goodness. That... Yes. (And before you ask, Raz has been asleep some time, I have been curled up on his couch reading your books, and I am going to go join him once I finish this. You should find your rest as well, if you have not already: this is certainly no crisis, and can keep. Promise. Do please, tell me if I ever presume too much on your time or energy.)

Is this not why working in the original tongue is so powerful? That one loses - well, in my set of symbols and metaphors, I talk about how we lose sight of the cosmos, if we look only at a piece of it, through a lens.

And I mean that very much in the original Greek sense of the word: I've a lengthy lecture of my own on that topic. That our universe is a vast complicated toy - a thing of sheer delight - we can examine, a model of order and connection that meet and dance in all manner of amazing ways. That it lives and breathes and changes, and is not static and locked and stagnant. Look only at the pieces, and nothing makes sense. Ahem. I will stop now, or I'll be here all night.

That question of meaning, too. I am beginning to come to a theory of weddings as stories people tell about their lives, and the expectations of stories that other people want to see from one. (Ask me again in, oh, six months to the day, and I expect it will be a far better developed thesis.)

Back to our hypothetical novel, I think. You are quite right that each iteration has the chance to be new again. But the deconstruction I am struggling with - heroine watches masterful gentleman and her love and interest is expanded - is a struggle not for what is revealed about him, but what it reveals to the heroine about herself. (Apparently, Our Author has been setting up the denouement adequately and placing hints of what will come sufficiently through the text. All hail The Sensible Author.)

In short, our heroine is surprised that she - having been the bookish and clever type - was quite as moved by the display of prowess as she was. Not upset in the slightest, mind you. Pleased. Delighted. Reassured, even, in some ways. But with rather a sense of .. oh, back to my thesis about stories and weddings. People want to make one into symbols that suit their own stories, and this one is rather a cliche.

And so our heroine finds herself remarkably contented - for yes, delighted and pleased, and the gentleman is very fine indeed. But also a tad discombobulated. It will settle eventually, I am sure, but it - back to our conversation about the point at which one can or cannot avoid thinking about things - raises new thoughts that cannot readily be ignored. Pieces of one's own cosmos to which insufficient study has been given.

Though this conversation has helped rather a lot, so thank you. Your willing companion in philosophy,
A.