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The descriptive passages about Queen Elizabeth offered at the beginning of Virginia Woolf's Orlando are notable in their stark beauty, but also in their monstrosity - the Queen is this shambling figure weathered by age, but quite elegant in her finery. The longest passage about hands I've ever encountered. It was offset quite well by the opening descriptions of Orlando hirself, as a young boy. I'm inclined to read on, even as nothing has "happened" per se - Woolf chooses a compelling event to open the book with, and the prose is "rich" in a way unfavoured in recent literature.

The meeting with the girls was fabulous, and we're imbued with purpose and a concept. It straddles a the borders of comedy, horror, and fairy tale. I have to write some flashback monologues to be read in a thick, German accent; I'm going to be doing one of the voice-overs in the film. Looking forward to it. Steph's concerned that we're shooting to high for our means, but in order to evolve, one must ever reach beyond the envelope's edge--

Revising poems, Caroline drew my attention to Rimbaud with regard to one of them, so I've pulled out "A Season in Hell" again and devour it in random intervals. I love Rimbaud, he's such a bitch. He's so...overwrought. All the time.

The Question #5 came out today, and while the art continues to blow me away, I'm afraid the story in this issue gets a bit muddled - again - not unlike the morass of #2. Really. Lois Lane comes off as a bitch which might bother some, but I like her in this role: she's a strong investigative reporter who gets the story and wins awards as a result, so she needs to be a bit ruthless. Here, this vicious persona doesn't help her get the scoop, but she is consistent. The plot itself continues to become ridiculous, Lex Luthor trying to use Feng Shui to kill Superman while the Question prowls the streets, trying to prevent this. The cover is probably my favourite in the series; the messy psychedelics give way to the crouching Question in profile, with a woman superimposed over him, falling, with the Daily Planet and a white sky in the very back of the image. Clean, odd, and rather beautiful. Reminded me of Man Ray, for some reason.