and then our exile

hello again.
why is it that whenever we leave the house for the city we never get back until at least half the day's disappeared? we leave at 8.45 for german, get back five hours later, library & so on as well, but we'd missed dhohr. depressing. like i've betrayed a trust. which i have, come to think of it.

at the moment i'm reading rosemary sutcliff's *rider of the white horse*. her prose is literally beautiful ... as though she paints, rather than writes. she describes a world fragile and intense in its inherent beauty. kind of like jean-christophe rufin, but not quite.. his isn't quite at this level. the novel is of cromwell and the whole struggle between parliament & king charles. britons are crazy people. which totally explains thomas. 8)
snow is good stuff ... its disappearing quite quickly though. i'd give it three more days, at the most, before its all gone.
babaji comes back from i'tikaaf the same day i leave... monday, i think. before then i've got loads of work.. but no midterms. alhamdulillah.. i'm to finish this critique of elias canetti's "auto da fe" and work on the wuddistan chronicle, as well as other stuff.
i'm listening to shaikh sa'd al-ghamedi's "al-mulk" as i write... beautiful. just wonderful.
anywho. i should probably go.
salam.