I suggest to you that it is very late in England. Or very early. Either
way, the weather will be not be visible. As the weather at this hour is
invisible, I submit to you that you will naturally consider the weather
"moody." (This is most especially because the approach of each "gust" will
surprise you).
At 05:52 AM 10/23/2002 +0100, you wrote:
>In England, 'Everything' is the weather: it lours, it promises, it comes
>close then withdraws, it seems to be a friend then retreats into sullen
>hostility. Moods are all, although we live in one of the most urban
>environments in the world it hovers over us, watchfully. As if to say that
>'you are not independent, despite your bustle, I am still here'.
>
>I've often thought that the eponym of our national poem, Mr King Lear,
>represents a weather god, it would be apt for this Atlantic edge island.
>
>Best
>
>Dave
>
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>David Bircumshaw
>
>Leicester, England
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Gabriel Gudding
Assistant Professor
Department of English
Illinois State University
Normal, IL 61790
office 309.438.5284
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