So today is not only the aftermath of the American elections, but the day Guy Fawkes tried to blow up Parliament in 1605 with 2 tons of gunpowder stolen from the Spanish during a previous war. He rented the basement of the House of Lords for a night and when someone leaked the plan, he was found surrounded by barrels of gunpowder. He was tortured and killed for his attempt to start a revolution. Today it is called Bonfire Night and I'm guessing that there are going to be fireworks, and I sure hope they are visable from my flat. A few of us had planned to go to London to see the fireworks there, but it's an awful expensive trainride for a night standing in the cold and watching fireworks. Maybe we'll run to town and grab some fireworks and have our own show.
So, as promised, the pictures of the Guy Fawkes Sawkes on Guy Fawkes day. Not the dramatic pictures you were probably expecting, but considering I have spent all day in the library finding books to help with my term papers, this will have to do for now.
That also means that I probably won't be blogging for a while, as every waking moment will be spent writing term papers and trying to finish Wuthering Heights. I will be knitting (ever so slowly) another top-down raglan out of some off-white handspun, but if you've been reading for very long at all, you know what those look like...
So, goodbye for now and I'll be back after I write 20 pages on the role of separate spheres in womens history, 15 on John Keats, 15 on the Freudian approaches to looking at Evil Stepmothers, and 15 on something interesting about Mansfield Park. Hopefully this will go faster than I think it will, but I'm having doubts of being able to leave my room before December.