doubly precious (sevenfold dear)

'alas, how soon the time will come when I must go away and leave it all and when I shall see no more the beloved scenes which have been so familiar to me for so many years. in the prospect of their loss how doubly precious, how sevenfold dear they have become...'

- francis kilvert, on this day 1872. 

he meets a fox-hunting man from painscastle and officiates at a funeral. 

horsemouth has been gardening. he's put in some more compost and planted a load of beetroot seeds in one of the raised beds (hopefully they will come up). he thinks he will put peas in the others (his mum is not so keen, she thinks they are a lot of work for not much food). down in the old garden some nasturtiums he had planted have come up (he's just been down to water them and give them some encouragement). 

in the greenhouse he has filled up the pots for the tomatoes etc. with fertiliser and compost ready for the tomato plants (when they come). 

yesterday he was up the hill to deliver the eggs to martin and sylvia (about two and a half miles all told). the jack-in-the-hedge grows well. 

'deleuze was right that written language came first, before scraps of language were incorporated into vocal utterance.'  - from the april page of the triple negative calendar 2026. 

this also makes reference to a sociologist called scott hamilton who horsemouth thinks is this person here. he tells an interesting tale of angus maclise's suitcase. 

in the evening horsemouth watched a youtube vid on the radical group aufheben, he then downloaded the aufheben article on decadence - one of the theses of the international communist current, that ever since 1914 capitalism has not been progressive but a break on the development of the productive forces and thus humanities march towards liberation from necessity. (horsemouth does hope he's got that right). 

later as he retired to bed he could not find his copy of all the names so he started on william morris's the well at the world's end (and in particular lin carter's excellent introductory essay). 

in the night it has rained. the weather is taking a colder, greyer turn. the chickens seem happy enough.