Library, Tuesday.

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone was Busy.

She was in the midst of writing a very long and detailed letter to Abeni, complete with illustrations of the gremlin invasion, the monkey-ponies, anything that her somewhere-daughter would probably find most delightful. She'd entrust it to the Fandom postal service, like she did with her letters for her other friends that had left, and simply hope for the best.

And she was the Anemone. If the death of hope believed something, then to her, that meant it had to be true. Until told otherwise, she would always believe her letters reached their destinations.

Finish the letter to Beni before class, then maybe some for A.J., Cassandra, River, and the others. Graduation looming was starting to make her nostalgic.

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Re: The Librarian's Office

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

"That's what I'm asking them," Cindy said. "Whether Wendy is on a masculine journey, a feminine journey, both, or neither. The lectures have been dense, of course, I'm covering an awful lot in a very short time, but I wanted them to see how literary theories based on The Epic of Gilgamesh and The Descent of Inanna still have relevance today."

Re: The Librarian's Office

[one-who-goes.livejournal.com]

"That definitely sounds more like high school than like college," Henry observed, leaning back to put his feet on his desk. "Which goes back to what you were saying."

Re: The Librarian's Office

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Cindy shrugged and smiled. "If I can convince them that even Wendy has literary merit, perhaps they won't shrink away like wilting daisies at the notion of reading something with literary merit."