old books are sexy

[pipistrellafelix]

But apparently only when they don't apply to whatever my topic is. Go figure. I've spent the last hour and a half in the library poking about for geographical tidbits; it's incredibly frustrating searching in utterly random places for one tiny bit of information and having to go entirely elsewhere for the next bit that makes the whole thing sensible. And the problem is, I don't know in the beginning whether it's going to be sensible or not--I have to hope so by the end, or else it's all for nothing.
Tell me again why history is on my list of possible majors?

But on the other hand, my distractions are lovely. I found this large book of old city maps, circa 1890's I think...the old, steel-engraved and hand-coloured style. The kind that makes me go all histoy-wibbly and weak at the knees. Mmm, gorgeousness. (I will run a small secondhand bookstore and have books like this in stock, and drink lots of tea.)

Right. Research. (Etymology? Re-Search. Searching again. Why, I ask, do I have to do it all over again if someone's already done it for me? --That was ironic and rhetorical. I know why. I just don't like it sometimes. Economic treatises written in 1959 are really, really boring.)

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[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

(I will run a small secondhand bookstore and have books like this in stock, and drink lots of tea.)

Mr. A. Ziraphael, at your service. (Tell me you recognize the reference).

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Can't I be Ms. A. Ziraphel-like? :)

Honestly, if I could work theatre in there somehow I can't think of a better career. (I am jumping right from childhood to musty old age, or something...)

[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

GOD ME TOO. On both counts (The Ziraphaelianism and the theater stuff). God.

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

...I know. I know. Where's my hole in the wall bookstore, dammit? :)

[marbletrickwire.livejournal.com]

you could play charades on your breaks! :)
but really, if you open a bookstore could i a)be the cat that sleeps in the front window b)the girl who lives in the attic or c)your professional tea connesuir?

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

You can be all three, if you like. Or the Broadway Actress who comes to peruse my stock and drink tea when she's visiting. :)

[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

3 doors down, down the hall marked "the future" and take a left. That's where your hole in the wall bookstore is :)

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Oh. Gotcha, thanks. :)

[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

No problem. *Puts on nametag saying "A. Crowley"*

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Mr. Crowley. How nice to see you again. It's been centuries. :)

[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

Too long, too long, my friend. But work was just hellacious ;)

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

You ought to work in books more. It's utterly heavenly. ;) (This is terrible. I'm sorry. :D)

[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

(This is funny, what do you mean?) Ah, I'm not sure that downstairs would like that at all. Drink?

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

As long as you cooked the accounts (that is the right term, isn't it? I can't keep up with modern slang) I'm sure you could get away with it.
Ah. Yes please, thanks.

[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

Books. It's cooking the books. Oh, don't look so horrified. Have the drink.

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

:D


Well, as long as you aren't...cooking...any of MY books, it's all right. *drinks* What vintage is this?

[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

Oh, nothing special. Go on and guess. I know you like that sort of game.

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

This isn't Merlot, is it? Only it reminds me terribly of the '23 Merlot from so many years ago...

[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

Ah, to have such a wonderful skill! It is indeed, the last bottle of that '23 Merlot, which I purloined from the burning winery after the... unpleasantness incurred by our Biblical argument.

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Ah...that. Yes. It's good to know that goodness can survive a, shall we say, blazing row.

[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

Goodness? Have you not heard? Wine is ours. Drunkenness of Noah, you know.

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

...well. Wine is also the blood of the Saviour, which is goodness above all.

[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

Oh, that was just some arse-covering idea your boy made up. We INVENTED the stuff. Haven't you ever heard that alcohol is Satan's piss? Yeah. Not too far wrong.

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Can't something be symbolic of two things at once? Isn't that part of the ineffability?

[countcomfect.livejournal.com]

It always comes back to the ineffability *sigh*. Would be bloody useful if He above would tell us what he bloody expects things to MEAN.