Due to the fact that I am really fucking bored, I'm now holding office hours. Come by to chat if you have a question about class, your homework assignment, or if you're just really fucking bored, too.
"Oh, just Wimsey will do, Professor. It did well enough at Eton and Oxford and will suffice here." He smiled genially. "As to the geranium. Thomas Browne simply won't do, as it turns out; the plant can't bear it. My original choice, John Donne, is rather more successful, but its tastes are rather selective. This, for example."
He pushes a small leatherbound book of Donne's poetry across the desk, open to Elegy 20 (http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/elegy20.htm).
"All right, Wimsey," said Crowley as he perused the poem. "This is the crap your plant likes? Figures. You're spoiling it. You need to intimidate it, not placate it with romantic nonsense." He called a book to hand. "Try Tennyson (http://poetry.about.com/library/weekly/bltennysonwar.htm)"
"Ah. 'Into the valley of Death / Rode the six hundred', 'Nature red in tooth and claw' and all that." Only a slight sharpness of his glance betrayed his inner bristling at Crowley's dismissal of Donne. "Perhaps I should ply it with some Wilfred Owen (http://www.hcu.ox.ac.uk/jtap/warpoems.htm#12), according to your methods? Or maybe some Milton?"
Crowley frowned. He'd had words with Milton once on one or two little inaccuracies in his master work. The man's subsequent poverty and blindness really had very little to do with him.
"Look, I'm just telling you what I know to work. If you're concerned about it, I'll tell you that it's not necessary for your plant to thrive in order to get a good grade in the class. This is an experiment, after all, and not everything is going to work. As long as you do the assignment, you'll be fine. So, if you wish to continue with sappy fare, that's your choice. It'll only go to further prove my theory if it doesn't do well. I leave it up to you, Wimsey."
"Very well; thank you, Professor. I admit I was not so much concerned about the grade as narrowing down possible causes and effects, as this is a rather intriguing experiment. I'll proceed and summarize the findings in my final report."
Lord Peter pocketed the volume of Donne, rose, and bowed politely. "I appreciate your help."
"I look forward to seeing your final results no matter what you end up doing. If you're interested, you're welcome to take another geranium from the greenhouse and do both. I would consider extra credit should you wish to try."
Crowley sat back in his chair. "No problem. I'll be around if you want to consult further."
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Date: 2006-03-21 05:55 am (UTC)He pushes a small leatherbound book of Donne's poetry across the desk, open to Elegy 20 (http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/elegy20.htm).
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Date: 2006-03-21 06:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 05:52 pm (UTC)"Look, I'm just telling you what I know to work. If you're concerned about it, I'll tell you that it's not necessary for your plant to thrive in order to get a good grade in the class. This is an experiment, after all, and not everything is going to work. As long as you do the assignment, you'll be fine. So, if you wish to continue with sappy fare, that's your choice. It'll only go to further prove my theory if it doesn't do well. I leave it up to you, Wimsey."
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Date: 2006-03-21 06:36 pm (UTC)Lord Peter pocketed the volume of Donne, rose, and bowed politely. "I appreciate your help."
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Date: 2006-03-21 07:04 pm (UTC)Crowley sat back in his chair. "No problem. I'll be around if you want to consult further."
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Date: 2006-03-21 07:09 pm (UTC)