"Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, [. . .] into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak" --George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto III
Fairly dull academic type who feels the need to robe herself in delicious internet anonymity. Blogging from somewhere in the warmer regions of the USA, where thunderstorms are as regular as moonrise, and lightning strikes like a mood.
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