I’ve caffeinated myself pretty well to the end of Mad Ancestor. About 5 small bits left. Two I have to fix, since they’re little clarity/continuity glitches. The others are just a matter of trying to hit the right notes, or the least wrong notes (see this post by M. John Harrison). I am applying myself to the task with the focus of a master yogi watching Crayon Dragon.
Soon your blog titles are going to be the Bishop version of The House that Jack Built: this is the refrain that caused the strain that ruined the brain your mad ancestor broke.
You’re trying to lure me to the rhyming dictionary. Not going there!
If the brain is truly broken, no dictionary is needed. Um. Maybe I didn’t say that (I don’t have a rhyming dictionary – I do however, have one that gives 19th century English pronunciation, and it will one day prove a godsend for something)
I am so not playing dictionary one-upmanship with you!