Rearranging some bookshelves today, and lost in the dreamscapes of Kushiel's Dart, my beloved old copy of Gilbert & Sullivan fell open to a few lines that obviously meant a lot to me once, and still strike a chord today.
And so, in the interests of things that 99% of this blog's regular readers probably don't care a hoot about... well, not here, anyway...
BRAID THE RAVEN HAIR
Braid the raven hair,
Weave the supple tress,
Deck the maiden fair
In her loveliness;
Paint the pretty face,
Dye the coral lip,
Emphasise the grace
Of her ladyship!
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