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001. what spring does to the cherry trees. [27 Jan 2011|08:42pm]
Are all the British terribly sensitive to the cold? I ventured out from my cousin's today, and in Diagon Alley, some woman with whom I have no familiarity stopped to ask how it was that I was not freezing to death with a jacket and cloak so light as mine seemed to be. Of course not wishing to offend her, I explained that an English winter is no kind of competition for my homeland's season. She seemed envious, I think, of my tolerance for the chill and for my having grown up around Pitz Palü.

It seemed imprudent to mention that my family ought to have been at our home in München or that our relocation could exist only at the Sz's kindness, die Sorgen und der Weltschmerz, Gott mit uns im dem Vereinigten Königreiche — in English, Astrid. English My apologies. My preference for my native tongue is obvious in speech also.

Situations such as this unsettle the mind. We have two terms that come to mind about this and about many things I have encountered during my months here, despite my spending many of them in mourning: Zugzwang refers to positions in which one must take action, is forced to do so, but either outcome dissatisfies or risks danger, similar to the English expressions about rocks and hard places, or Homer's Scylla and Charybdis. Zwickmühle also signifies a paradox where any solution is a loss for the person choosing.

( Bellatrix. )
( Mr Benjamin Fenwick. )
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astrid schirmer @ [info]gyremods. [10 Jan 2011|03:24am]
you came to me this morning, and handled me like meat
you'd have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet
my mirror twin, my next of kin — i'd know you in my sleep.
and who but you would take me in a thousand kisses deep?

i'm good at love, i'm good at hate — it's in between i freeze
i've been working out, but it's too late. it's been too late for years.
but you look good, you really do. they love you on the street.
if you were here, i'd kneel for you: ( a thousand kisses deep. )
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