Thursday, January 05, 2006
And I have great ideas for queries for Woman's Day and Family Circle.
I just read the best book I've read in a long time, War and the Soul by Edward Tick. I have to review it for Altar Magazine. I'll let you know when that happens.
And I'm reading El Leon, La Bruja, y El Ropero. In Spanish. Yes, I'm teaching myself Spanish now.
Okay, back to work.
An Anglo-Saxon Riddle
Moððe word fræt. Me þæt þuhte
Wrætlicu wyrd, þa ic þæt wundor gefrægn,
Þæt se wyrm forswealg wera gied sumes,
Þeof in þystro, þrymfæstne cwide
Ond þæs strangan staþol. Stælgiest ne wæs
Wihte þy gleawra þe he þam wordum swealg.
A moth ate words. It seemed to me
a curious happening, when I heard that wonder,
that the worm swallowed down the speech of a certain man,
a thief in the dark, the glorious morsel,
and that foundation of that mighty thing. The stealing guest was not
at all the wiser when he swallowed.
What is it? ;)
I'm going to go out an a limb and guess: not "steak".
(we medievalists have superior typing skills. I've assigned all those letters shortcut keys. Kind of sad, in a way, isn't it?)