"I ran into Rebecca Solnit at breakfast and she revealed that, too, she is a secret medievalist. The best thing about having published a novel set in the 12th century is discovering how many of my favorite thinkers were molded by a serious engagement with the Middle Ages.
Not sure why this is, but maybe because there’s something kind of punk and wild and deeply deranged about that era." --@legroff
"INVERSNAID
This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.
A windpuff-bponnet of fawn-froth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.
Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.
What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet."
--GM Hopkins
"Researchers are developing a way of modelling these worlds to determine how much water they have."
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