Monday, April 11, 2005

Solvitur acris hiems

Spring comes to Williamstown. Spring, that delightful time of year when a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of- well, love, but I was thinking more about the transience of human existence, to tell you the truth. You can't believe everything you read in Tennyson.

Vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas; quid habet amplius homo de universo labore suo quod laborat sub sole? A mere five weeks remain before the semester comes crashing down, and the days of judgement fall upon the children of Ephraim. Then will there be much cramming and hashing of ideas. But lo, their deliverance shall come upon the tenth day, as it is written in the book of the Registrar.

2 Comments:

At 8:13 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

the tenth day of what? this is a serious question, I haven't been to sleep yet this...morning.

whiny Emily wants to know!


[in other news, does this: (dr[funny-looking thing]ft, -æ-) mean it's draught with an f?]

 
At 11:57 AM, Blogger Seosamh said...

As I said, the tenth day and other dark prophecies are to be found in the book of the Registrar, for those who seek knowledge of what is to come. The time of tribulation will begin on the fourteenth day of the fifth month. I suggest you count inclusively.

draught rhymes with "oft" according to the pronunciation scheme ("dräft") given by the American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language and appears to be the British variant of the American "draft" (rhymes with "laughed"). In other words, unless you want to appear pretentious ("droft") or ignorant ("drot"), you'd best pronounce it just like American "draft", with the f, and proudly unashamed of the honest, unpretentious American vowel.

 

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