Curses, foiled again!

[vaznetti]

Due to the random selections from the final books of Thucydides assigned for tomorrow, I cannot begin my handout with the question, "Just how flexible were Alcibiades' loyalties?"

I can, however, see that I will spend the conference period trying to explain the oligarchic coup of 411 to my class.



Especially because they give you two results each time you take the quiz.

If they told you I'm mad, then they lied. I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. I'm the triolet, bursting with pride; If they told you I'm mad, then they lied. No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide All the spoons or I might get convulsive. If they told you I'm mad then they lied. I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. What Poetry Form Are You?

Or possibly, a clerihew.

I, as a clerihew, Tend to be merry; too Merry, it might, perhaps, by some, be claimed; But I'm sure that these people are wrong, and need to be grievously maimed. What Poetry Form Are You?

Aren't these both too perfect for words?

Comments

[cofax7]

I haven't the foggiest, frankly. But I read Sutcliff's novel after reading the Lymond novels, so my mind made that connection. Seems more likely to be just an instance of the same hero-type, like Wimsey and Miles Vorkosigan, I guess...