By the time the last work on the towers of Notre-Dame-de-Paris completed that shape against the sky, the night was my native country. I remember its peaked roof and flying buttresses every night, as I drift up the hill to the university library whose towers imitate the Gothic.
It’s true about the thresholds; were this a church, I could not enter by any door, however insincere the faith that raised that pile. The vertical intention would bar me.
Universities, mercifully, have no such barriers, for all they meant this a fortress of learning impenetrable to the likes of me when I was alive.
But I cannot settle to my pleasures in a nest of books. Not yet, anyway.
Terence has a new inamorata.
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Convention update: On Thursday 4 July, I will be speaking on the CONvergence panel “Stealing from the Best: How SFF Writers Beg, Borrow, and Steal Ideas.” Expect an interesting exchange of ideas!