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I either succeeded or failed, depending on your criteria: Found Cat now has a chapter 2, complete with quotes from Victorian Irish literature.
I blame the fact that it’s gotten an astonishing amount of attention from people I’ve never had comments or kudos from before, and I’m just so interested. Where did they find it? Why now? I’m also a little cheered by the familiar handles; y’all know I haven’t just fucked off and abandoned the epic, right? :)
The introduction talked about a hero named Finn, so he figured that was why Poe had given it to him, but he couldn’t find the hero in the story inside. It was virtually impenetrable, a ceaseless and mannered catalog of improbable things. He flipped back to the Table of Contents and found that Part II was about this Finn, so he resolved to keep reading at least that long.
Somehow, though, despite himself, Finn got sucked in, and it occupied him for long enough that he almost forgot to eat dinner.
Finn-the-hero finally made an appearance, the orphaned son of an exile, born in secret and raised in the wilderness to keep his late father’s enemies from finding him. By then, Finn the reader was invested enough that he saw it through.
There was something familiar in Finn-the-hero’s upbringing, alone and nameless in the wilderness and with a lot of physical training.
And they gave him good training in running and leaping and swimming. One of them would run round a tree, and she having a thorn switch, and Finn after her with another switch, and each one trying to hit at the other; and they would leave him in a field, and hares along with him, and would bid him not to let the hares quit the field, but to keep before them whichever way they would go; and to teach him swimming they would throw him in the water and let him make his way out.
Nobody was precisely wicked, and nobody was precisely, entirely good either, and Finn wasn’t entirely sure who he was supposed to be rooting for, but the language got inside his mind and made him satisfied. He eventually had to put the book down, and get something to eat, and go to bed.
I either succeeded or failed, depending on your criteria: Found Cat now has a chapter 2, complete with quotes from Victorian Irish literature.
I blame the fact that it’s gotten an astonishing amount of attention from people I’ve never had comments or kudos from before, and I’m just so interested. Where did they find it? Why now? I’m also a little cheered by the familiar handles; y’all know I haven’t just fucked off and abandoned the epic, right? :)
The introduction talked about a hero named Finn, so he figured that was why Poe had given it to him, but he couldn’t find the hero in the story inside. It was virtually impenetrable, a ceaseless and mannered catalog of improbable things. He flipped back to the Table of Contents and found that Part II was about this Finn, so he resolved to keep reading at least that long.
Somehow, though, despite himself, Finn got sucked in, and it occupied him for long enough that he almost forgot to eat dinner.
Finn-the-hero finally made an appearance, the orphaned son of an exile, born in secret and raised in the wilderness to keep his late father’s enemies from finding him. By then, Finn the reader was invested enough that he saw it through.
There was something familiar in Finn-the-hero’s upbringing, alone and nameless in the wilderness and with a lot of physical training.
And they gave him good training in running and leaping and swimming. One of them would run round a tree, and she having a thorn switch, and Finn after her with another switch, and each one trying to hit at the other; and they would leave him in a field, and hares along with him, and would bid him not to let the hares quit the field, but to keep before them whichever way they would go; and to teach him swimming they would throw him in the water and let him make his way out.
Nobody was precisely wicked, and nobody was precisely, entirely good either, and Finn wasn’t entirely sure who he was supposed to be rooting for, but the language got inside his mind and made him satisfied. He eventually had to put the book down, and get something to eat, and go to bed.
