This essay was nowhere on my radar when I went to the eighth floor of the Central Library stacks this afternoon. I knew I was likely to haul back across campus more books than I'd come for, but I still absolutely blame Daniel da Silva and his banter with Archie Curtis about sonnets and Seurat:


The fic's at 5880 words, with at least four more scenes to go. Daniel's about to quote Robert Louis Stevenson to Fen. It may well be a darling to be killed, but in the meantime, have this beautiful bit of soundtrack:


The fic's at 5880 words, with at least four more scenes to go. Daniel's about to quote Robert Louis Stevenson to Fen. It may well be a darling to be killed, but in the meantime, have this beautiful bit of soundtrack:
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