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nightdog_barksToday was supposed to be like yesterday -- warm and sunny. This morning some fairly big thunderstorms rolled through, with heavy rain and even some pea-sized hail. WTF, weather guys? 61 degrees (16.11 Celsius) and cloudy (it was pouring before).
Read the first 30 pages of Hilary Mantel's Wolf Hall last night. Historical novel on the life of Thomas Cromwell (not Oliver, Thomas), won the 2009 Man Booker Prize. Here's a short sample, with a young Thomas thinking how he can earn a little money on the road. Walter is Thomas' brutal, abusive father.
And then horses, he's always been around horses, frightened horses too, because when in the morning Walter wasn't sleeping off the effects of the strong brew he kept for himself and his friends, he would turn to his second trade, farrier and blacksmith; and whether it was his sour breath, or his loud voice, or his general way of going on, even horses that were good to shoe would start to shake their heads and back away from the heat. Their hooves gripped in Walter's hands, they'd tremble; it was his job to hold their heads and talk to them, rubbing the velvet space between their ears, telling them how their mothers love them and talk about them still, and how Walter will soon be over.
Read the first 30 pages of Hilary Mantel's Wolf Hall last night. Historical novel on the life of Thomas Cromwell (not Oliver, Thomas), won the 2009 Man Booker Prize. Here's a short sample, with a young Thomas thinking how he can earn a little money on the road. Walter is Thomas' brutal, abusive father.
And then horses, he's always been around horses, frightened horses too, because when in the morning Walter wasn't sleeping off the effects of the strong brew he kept for himself and his friends, he would turn to his second trade, farrier and blacksmith; and whether it was his sour breath, or his loud voice, or his general way of going on, even horses that were good to shoe would start to shake their heads and back away from the heat. Their hooves gripped in Walter's hands, they'd tremble; it was his job to hold their heads and talk to them, rubbing the velvet space between their ears, telling them how their mothers love them and talk about them still, and how Walter will soon be over.
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Date: 2010-03-10 10:06 pm (UTC)Or in this case 'smell' one. heh
What are you painting onto that canvas?