'these people built for eternity; they omitted nothing from their calculations (except the insane fury of the destroyers to whom nothing was sacred).'

goethe, italian journey (punctuated in a horsemouth fashion).  

good morning. good morning.

and on this day...

goethe is in rome. he has visited the nymph egeria, the circus of caracalla, the ruined tombs along the via appia... he's having a great time. 

'bitterly cold, north wind and snow on the mountain.' 

kilvert disapproves of a registry wedding (and the party afterwards). news that he is leaving clyro has started to leak out. he's trying to pass on his copy of stepping heavenward - there are a number of candidates, he eventually manages this. 

the COP30 is happening. it is the 10 year anniversary of the paris agreement but even such consensus as was there before is not there now. 

nothing is built for eternity anymore (but the destroyers are still with us). the destroyers don't even need fury any more, complacency and greed will do just as well. 

horsemouth has been moaning about his limited book acquisition possibilities

'... I was spoiled by all the charity bookshops - now I've got to get an £8 bus (ok ok that's there and back) into town to do my charity book shopping.'

he moans that there are no book boxes too. 

'I got slightly spoiled by the book boxes being able to find interesting stuff for free... and also somewhere to dump the books I no longer wanted with half the walk...' 

he's just been out to unleash the chickens. roughly a third of them have spread out over the hill. it's a grey morning, horsemouth is repeating his pattern of being up at 7.20 (new dispensation) to maximise daylight and virtuous feelings.