“…long-forgotten words, or ancient melodies.”

Twelve centuries ago, a certain Frankish king understood the need to remain clear-eyed after taking on too many tasks. “I know that I must do what’s right,” he confided to his queen in a letter from the front, “as sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti.”

O Charlemagne, how right you were! Because of work, writing, meine Deutschklasse, and preparing a syllabus from scratch, “Quid Plura?” has inadvertently slid into what can only be called “summer hours.”

This slowdown is temporary—but while I catch up with my commitments, here’s some stuff worth reading.

No one does medievalism better than Scott Nokes, who scours the Web for links you might otherwise miss. Check out his miscellanies from June 16, June 17, June 20, June 22, and June 23. Book reviews! Scholarly musings! Sentence and solaas! How can you go wrong?

What’s the hottest book in Louisiana right now? According to my family, it’s a memoir about a leprosarium.

Let’s welcome a sociolinguist to the blog world: “As a Linguist…”

Are you reading Ephemeral New York? Why the heck not?

According to Twitter, Julius Caesar is currently floating off the coast of Sardinia.

Everybody needs a little time away, so check out my snapshots from Aachen.

3 thoughts on ““…long-forgotten words, or ancient melodies.”

  1. I read the Hansen’s disease thing. Wow. I’d read about that sanctuary before, but not in the words of anyone who’d lived there.

    “If I had been in a prison where there was physical abuse — if I had been sent to a real prison with bars — this would be a very different book, a story of survival.”

    And it could so easily have been like that, so easily that when you think about it, it’s startling that it wasn’t. May God bless those nuns, and the caregivers who came after.

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