The Life and Literary Times of Catherine Julia Jefferson: The Best Laid Plans Would Oft Go Awry...

16 February 2009

The Best Laid Plans Would Oft Go Awry...

...if it were not for coffee. See, I now have laid my plan to accomplish my long-standing goal of finishing the Calmness of Martyrs on February 24, exactly two years after I finished the Fallen Caryatid. It feels so very round. I have laid out when each chapter must be complete, and I am surely going to kill myself. Coffee is my only chance for survival. See plan below, and hope that I am alive eight days from now.

Tuesday 2/17 Ch. 9
Wednesday 2/18
Thursday 2/19 Ch. 10
Friday 2/20 Ch. 11
Saturday 2/21 Ch. 12
Sunday 2/22
Monday 2/23 Ch.13
Tuesday 2/24 Epilogue

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He turned and walked to the window with the crimson curtains behind the desk. The stars seemed a woven tapestry above their heads. They were trapped beneath a bolt of dark silk embroidered with golden stars. It was a mirage—a hoax; it was a joke of the Gods, teasing men with the hope of attaining something unattainable. They know they cannot reach the stars, but that mere light above—that beacon of the numinous—fills their souls to the brim with futile hope. They race to the Heavens, believing, in the spirit of Michelangelo, that even if they miss the stars, they will reach the moon. They essay to conquer the cosmos—to bring the very buttes of Olympus into the dominion of men; yet, they are but mortal men and can have no contest with the immortal, and thus the immortal flaunt their undying superiority by draping this tapestry of unrequited hope about the shivering world. It would be better, Ralph thought tersely as he closed the curtains, had they blotted out the stars and darkened the sun.