Fire

I have had a fire in the kitchen in my flat. I was not in danger, but the damage was serious, and repairing will cost me a lot of money.

The Lord make His face to shine unto you

I am listening to Joan Baez singing Johnny Cash's magnificent anthem to America, "City of New Orleans". It is one of her best performances and one of the greatest pieces of popular music ever composed. It is not even about the tormented city, just about a train named after it, and yet for some reason it is affecting me more about the tragedy of Katrina than anything I have seen or heard. Perhaps because Johnny Cash himself was a product - the greatest product, perhaps - of the rural south, perhaps because the song has something consciously valedictory about the landscape it describes, but I have tears in my eyes. God keep America; she is, in the end, a part of all of us, and all that we have to complain of her is dwarved by what we owe her.

All right, BRAGGING TIME!

Well-Read Indeed! Take that, Mrs. McGreevey! You scored 210 of 290!

Wow! OK, some of those were really tricky--but you made it through! Not only would you pass most lit courses, you probably thought about being an English major. Actually, with those numbers, you might be a grad student! Have you given any thought to a PhD? You know they confer omniscience with those, right? Then on the margin of the world I sit and think 'til Love and Fame to nothingness do shrink.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on litpoints

Link: The Ye Olde Brit Lit Test written by pratfall on Ok Cupid