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Aereopagitica 29 September

Giles opened the store ~~completely punctually wow it's been a wierd day don't ask~~ as per usual.

Today, he's working on "The Battle of Maldon."

Of course in the original Anglo-Saxon. Hmph.

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Het þa hyssa hwæne hors forlætan,

feor afysan, and forð gangan,

hicgan to handum and to hige godum.

"Morning, Giles," Dawn yawned, and headed right for the feather duster, just as soon as she finished her coffee and muffin top.

It wasn't like she was an amateur when it came to this kind of thing, after all.

[ooc: And now in the right place...]

"Good morning, Dawn. Please pay special attention to the cartography section."

"Gotcha," she headed over towards the maps and started dusting, "Any particular reason? Cartographer's convention?"

"No. Just a reminder of all the places that might be on the other side of a portal."

Dawn didn't stick her tongue out at him, but it was a near thing.

PB&J and...

Ne mihte hyra ænig oþrum derian,
buton hwa þurh flanes flyht fyl gename.
Se flod ut gewat; þa flotan stodon gearowe,
wicinga fela, wiges georne.

Billy came in looking for more of the books on his lit syllabus.

Giles looked up from his manuscript.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm looking for some books for my Literature in action class."

"Well, I'll see what I can do. What are the titles?"

"The Scottish Play, To Kill a Mockingbird, and Frankenstein." Yeah, he was really looking forward to Frankentstein.

"Ah yes. We certainly have several copies of each of those titles."

Giles showed the young man where the Shakespeare section, the Romantics section, and the Modern American Literature section were.

"Excellent, thanks. Uh, can I ask, what's the name of the store mean?"

Giles's face lit up.

"I'm so glad somebody finally asked. 'Aereopagitica' is the title of John Milton's ground-breaking essay on freedom of speech."

Giles brought a book (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Areopagitica) out from under the counter.

"Here's one of my favorite parts:

"Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them."

"Wow, that's beautiful. I figured you'd gotten that question all the time."

"No, I just tend to get a lot of commentary on how difficult it is to pronounce." Giles smiled tightly.

"yeah, I, wasn't going to even attempt it." Billy smirked.

Giles blinked. "It's very straightforwardly phonetic." He shrugged.

"Is there anything else I can help you find?"

"Maybe I'll give it a shot afterall. Uh, no I think this'll do me for now."

"Wonderful. That will be $8."

8 bucks for three books? Billy liked this place. He handed over the money. "Thanks."

Giles smiled and rang up the sale in his old-fashioned cash register.

"Thank you, and please come in again."

Wod þa wiges heard, wæpen up ahof,
bord to gebeorge, and wið þæs beornes stop.

He to heofenum wlat:
"Geþancie þe, ðeoda waldend,
ealra þæra wynna þe ic on worulde gebad.

"Then Byrhtnoth commanded each man to release his horse and drive it far away from the place..."

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Aereopagitica 29 September

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