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Lady Alexandrie d'Asgard ([personal profile] coquettish_trees) wrote in [personal profile] cozen 2020-09-05 05:30 am (UTC)

Perhaps I shall worry about my parasol, which was snatched up by the wind to-day and is even now being conveyed to parts unknown.

[ Next to the words, a small drawing of a very small parasol among a few fluffy clouds. ]

Although there is little I can do about a playfully pilfered parasol and I try to only worry about things I might have the power to affect, and whether or not affecting them should be good to do. When I see a storm, or a pirate ship, or a Crow, or my parasol again, or hear the first notes of "Ah! Le frecce volano" [ a famed and perniciously shrill aria from the end of L'Elfo e la Fanciulla, written back when it was popular to stretch out other country's folk ballads interminably. (Since he'd 'sung' her Girl From Red Crossing.) ] I shall commence fretting.

(Of course, if the Crow is come to kill me and I see them with enough time to worry before they make attempt, I will fret a little less as they are not a very good Crow.)

This to say that since I have done, now, what I may, I shall not worry after you until such time as I receive your signal...

Which I humbly request not be the first notes of "Ah! Le frecce volano".


—A

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