Just a little evil...

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Will this tournament never end?

Father finally sent an owl today. It was short, as usual, so I know he's traveling around on business.

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"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.—
Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies!—
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena."
From the play "The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus" by Christopher Marlowe

I suppose I've been reading too much lately, but I have nothing better to do in this place.

Father's been acquiring books from the 1800s for me as of late. Anything I fancy. He actually sent two with his owl. And they are quite beautiful to be so old. A little yellowing, but in very good condition. I can't wait to read them.