In fact, I am so dizzy that I have started to hallucinate. Whenever I read the phrase “the restoration of the gold standard”, the letters begin floating outwards, transforming themselves into the words “The Restoration of Erathia”, and I can see Queen Catherine Ironfist, daughter of King Gryphonheart, in her stylish push-up plate armour, driving her Enrothian men to do their best. And in the background I can hear the swishing of air through the wings of Griffins, fiercely battling Tatalian Wyerns in the sky over deep forests, where the thunder of Centaurs’ hooves can be heard as they gallop towards the awating lines of intruding, Kreegan Demons.
And I wonder if I can go to bed soon, after I finish reading, risking postponement of the actual writing until tomorrow night.
Sigh…
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Maybe Catherine should consider having her bannermen carrying a Gold Standard in battle, so that you would be in the right no matter what your connotations.
9. October 2006 @ 14:30 ( Permalink )
Loki, this is not a comment. It is a verbal surrogate for the rotflmao-smiley that should have been here.
And I took my hallucinations seriously, putting off the actual writing for a day. So that’s what I’ll be up to tonight. Expect more posts from the hallusinogenic world of international economic history as the evening grows older.
9. October 2006 @ 18:38 ( Permalink )
As long as there’ll be wyverns and griffins, I’ll be there.
9. October 2006 @ 18:52 ( Permalink )