Marcus Tullius Cicero exemplar!
Rhetorical sovereignty ever unmatched — to Cataline’s chagrin;
— behold the four Orations!
Progenitor of the Renaissance
We exist beholden!


…on “before ye want a drop of rain”

“Before ye want a drop of rain…”

And many drops
— the first deluge
In a dyad of months — fell;
And we ran out to triumph with them!

(Wimbledon Village Aerial by Miss Ironfist)

…on Theo’s fourteenth

This day, my best boy turns 14; therefore, thus ensues some inevitable cat cuteness:

Upon my arrival home from work (teeming with childlike and innocent frenzy the entire way home on the Underground because Gethyn had called me the minute he got into the car with him and I detected his delicious little kitten noises) I laid my eyes upon him and sang, “Theoooo!” He was a lovely kitten:

He also attracted trouble; his little kitten wails once summoning us from the next room to discover that he knew not how to extricate his wee kitten head from in between the slats in the dining room chair; continuallly vaulting himself onto the poor Heating Engineer lying horizontally to try to carry out his work;  the time I cautioned Geth, “please close the bathroom door whilst running a bath or…” Thence was heard…SPLASH:

Theo also has a penchant for being a tad self-indulgent; a jerk if you will.

He vaults onto the table whilst I am anticipating cleaning it; and in act of felid obstinance, elongates himself languorously; said performance wordlessly imparting this sentiment: “get stuffed, Mummy.” Jerk.

He hollers his head off, bounds about like a felid cannonball, vaults onto my head, screams undeviatingly into my ear and when he rejoices in the certainty that I have wholly awakened, he reposes thus. Jerk.

To my unutterable delectation, there also are his homages to my beloved Emerson (he knows what makes his Mummy tick):

“Turn the cat upside-down…and how agreeable is the picture?”


“Consider whether you have satisfied your relations to father, mother, cousin, neighbour, town, cat, and dog; whether any of these can upbraid you.”


And…he adores coffee!

“Is this a coffee which I see before me? The aroma toward my snout? Come, let me clutch thee!”

My best boy also boasts numerous appearances on the esteemed and wonderful WEIT as well:


So, today, I offer a happy day to my beautiful, coffee-slurping, Emerson-loving, pseudo-celebrity (h/t: JAC) and favourite jerk, whom I cherish.

And now I must away to pet his belly, dammit!

…on impressions less ordinary, which find me

A not less excellent observation in Emerson’s Spiritual Laws addresses those things that speak to our comprehension, emotion and instinct; circumstances and specifics that lie beyond juxtaposition; that oppose condescension.

“It is enough that these particulars speak to me. A few anecdotes, a few traits of character, manners, face, a few incidents, have an emphasis in your memory out of all proportion to their apparent significance if you measure them by the ordinary standards. They relate to your gift. Let them have their weight, and do not reject them and cast about for illustration and facts more usual in literature. Respect them, for they have their origins in deepest Nature. What your heart thinks great is great. The soul’s emphasis is always right.”

What I conceive superlative, impressive and persuasive is because it emanates from Nature and solely because I presume it thus. I spurn not. I seek not greater. Preeminence is elusive by the agency of its non-existence; and the intuition is always precise. My right is to these things and it is a futile endeavour to attempt to hold these from me, as secrets.

“A mutual understanding is ever the firmest chain….If you pour water into a vessel twisted into coils and angles, it is vain to say, I will pour it only into this or that; — it will find its level in all.”

Knowledge and genius are irrepressible and always find a way. I am of analogous mind to the genius; ergo, my brilliancy will also find a way. Luminaries of the eras cannot obscure their sagacity in time and distance; as the passage of time and perception of a new age will acquire and unearth them.

“God screens us evermore from premature ideas. Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face, until the hour arrives when the mind is ripened; then we behold them,…”

The exception? I have not participated in commensurate anticipation of the learning. The Librarian and the Curator — keepers of literature and art — possess no enlightenment superior to my own; rather, I have yet to beheld these treasures. When I engage in discourse on Physics with Gethyn; I prepare myself for the learning and surrender myself to be shepherded by his knowledge.

To wit: the light of stars has reached me!

For information: that does NOT happen when he explains DIY to me.

…on Emersonian Physics

When one is wed to a Physicist, said science wends its way into one’s cognition and discernment even when not the subject of discourse or consideration.

It is safe to say that Gethyn is not a fan of Emerson and receives any Emersonian passages which I impart to him and liken to science with more than a conspicuous measure of skepticism.

Here; however, even he was obliged to acquiesce that the following non-scientific prose in Spiritual Laws is both an modernisation of Newtonian equations, through which Newton posited that each object in the universe exerts a force on every other; and a prognostication of Einstein’s Theory of Relativity.

“Let us draw a lesson from nature, which always works by short ways. When the fruit is ripe, it falls. When the fruit is despatched, the leaf falls. The circuit of the waters is mere falling. The walking of man and all animals is a falling forward. All our manual labor and works of strength, as prying, splitting, digging, rowing and so forth, are done by dint of continual falling, and the globe, earth, moon, comet, sun, star fall for ever and ever.”

~ Emerson, Spiritual Laws

To wit:

Relativity dictates that the unified fabric of space time is warped and stretched by heavy celestial objects, such as planets and stars. Heavier bodies don’t reach out and grab smaller bodies, as Newton hypothesised; rather, they fall into the curved fabric of space time.

And here, the Classicist once more brought the Physicist round and was happy…

Gethyn is holding a houseplant that once belonged to Einstein

The Sound

I follow a blog called “A Drip of Truth,” and I enjoyed this piece immensely; I hope you do too…

A drip of Truth

She lay there listening to the sound as she had every other night for as long as she could remember. Then again, what else was there to remember? It was hard for her to truly describe the sound, for in the dark her mind conjured all sorts of strange imagery. A body being clumsily dragged away. Dull claws grinding across the rough surface of the floor. She honestly couldn’t even say if it was moving closer to her or further away. Clearly it was moving somewhere. Everything moved somewhere. Didn’t it? The thought of it perpetually frozen in its motion, forever making that sound but no progress, felt even more terrifying than the prospect of some horror creeping ever closer. Because if it wasn’t moving it meant it was staying. Surely, she could detect the sound growing slightly fainter. Or was it becoming ever clearer? It had to be.


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