Meme can be found here.
Answers from A through D found here.
I'm still especially fond of "caesura." Thanks for noticing, askeladden
. In function, they are probably my very favorite punctuation mark...or ought that to be marks? I know not. I am addicted to the pregnant pause, and it's close cousin, the serial comma. If I had my way, sentences, like stories, would never end. Suffice it to say, that I do not believe brevity to be the soul of wit...although perhaps its good left hand. I'm also plagued with the memory of a certain Piers Anthony novel, Isle of View
(say that out loud, and be treated to an "excellent" specimen of his humour) in which there was a pun on ellipses that implied orgasm. I'm older now, and have had more experience with such things, but I must confess, I still don't get it. Unless it's about that pregant pause thing, but I don't think that it is...
This may be my very favorite moment, although it often comes without the slightest apparent particularity of taste. When I am watching something in a movie, or a television show, or reading something in a book - sometimes, the hair on my arms will lift with static electricity, and I can look down and see goosebumps. And then I know, for whatever reason, that this is IT. I trust this feeling more than almost any other - but I don't know why. It happens to me at the oddest times - a shop window, curated properly, a commercial elegantly done, a small special effects moment that shouldn't leave a lasting impression, something cheezy and heartwarming, something shocking but oh-so-right. That little lift, the fingernail on the edge of my spine, and I am lost.
I have read too many stories, and they shape my internal landscape. So...I am Shylock - my word once given, is my bond, but I will obey it in letter - not always in spirit. Even with that caveat, I try not to give it out often, because once given, well...that's that. Other than that, you can't, perhaps, trust me not to lie, or cheat, or steal, or betray (although perhaps you can...), but by and large, what I hate more than anything is hurting other people. I am no physician, but like Galen, I wish to do no harm. I fall short, but I pick myself up and try again. I think of a code of honour as a fierce and frightening thing; I learnt it, perhaps, from my parents. My mother is not honourable, but she is unstintingly kind & merciful. She moves, and flexes - she can change her mind; she can give in. My father, to my knowledge, has never told me a lie, never invaded my privacy, never once compromised or deviated from this code. He is neither kind nor gentle. Honour can be very terrible. So I keep that one line - my promise - that can't be crossed. For all else, I try to keep to the other. Do no harm. It doesn't always work.
Demons. Sex! What could be better? I actually used to (now this is really embarrassing) fantasize about incubi when I was small, and not that small either - eight, or ten. I don't think I used the word incubi, but demon lover is MUCH worse, regardless. I wonder what work of fiction I first got it from - or did it just spring out of the ether, like the slave auctions I used to dream about when I was four or five, and couldn't even read. You know, the succubi always got names - Lilith, Jezebel etc...why did none of the Incubi? I can't think of one proper Incubus name.
I think I recall hearing that Jacaranda trees bloom twice in California, but I don't recall ever seeing them. For me, they're a wild profusion of blossoms in India, and I always thought of them as tropical flowers. I also remember having to memorize flower names and spelling in India, when I went to school in the convent, and had to study among other things, botany - and yet the flowers always sounded so weird and unfamiliar, and I always found it hard to connect names to pictures. Still I found them fascinating, and would spend hours playing flower word games, and telling my small cousins stories about the different flowers and the various royalty that inhabited them - the duchess in the Jacaranda flower, the prince and princess who lived in the lotus, and rode sea horses, etc...