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As we near advent now, it is time to reevaluate our goals and our behaviour, and orient ourselves towards the Lord and His genesis into human life. Christmas is such a pivotal time for Christians because of the birth of Christ.
This song by Steam Powered Giraffe has been going through my head, the life-affirming self gratifying song about owning one’s issues:
I’m trundling along in the university term now. At the time of writing, I’ve just finished week 7 out of 10, which means that we’re both winding down in ideas and digging deeper. On most classes, we know enough now to start exploring the topics beyond the weekly reading.
In Semantics today, we discuss the inclusive and exclusive ‘or’. That is to say, differences in the use of ‘or’ in sentences such as ‘tea or coffee?’ and ‘milk or sugar?’. At first glance, you wouldn’t think of how ambiguous English is, but, actually, there are so many things that ESL speakers her wrong because they aren’t used to English intuition.
I’m going to see Fantastic Beasts tonight. I’m excited to see it, as there is no book as a basis. I was never much of a Potterhead, though the films started my reading career when I was younger, but I am looking forward to seeing how the worldbuilding has evolved since its 2-dimensional start in Philosopher’s Stone to the nature of being a witch or wizard in the roaring 20s.
Editing has been rather good this week, thanks be to God! I’ve been making headway rewriting chapters 15 and 16, including things that whether Cathy is a klutz or not, and her slight obsession with the furnace exploding.
The extract below is such a new addition, heightening Cathy’s distrust of Petite Victoria.
Cathy simply stared. By dint of habit, she listened to the whole utterance before drawing conclusions. The science of listening and interpreting.
“I saw it, let us say, in your eyes the moment you stepped up to my plinth. Not only because you listened and spoke to my people, but do-gooders all look the same. Expressive, bleeding-heart eyes, always reaching onto tiptoes to reach for the next astral body.”
She didn’t stretch. Cathy bit her tongue. Arguing back would do her no good. The woman guided a hand through Cathy’s elbow, and the force of it dragged her along the path.