I have been zailing lately. It is a noble and dangerous profession, to be a person of the waves. As noble and dangerous as the zee itself, and just as beautiful. Truly, there is no calm like the zailor’s calm, and no fury like the zailor’s fury. It is an awe-inspiring duality.
Just like zailors are as the zee, so the artists are as the art. We are hard to grasp and define, so varied yet so similar. Soulful, incorporeal when at our best. Celebrate your hard work, sires, madames, and all others; for it is not without blood and sweat that our work bears fruit, just as it is not without blood and sweat that the zee does not swallow the zailor.
Art of London
Letters From the Surface, Part III
Down from Above
by Sir Wensleydale of Hardwick
“You bite less than me? Why do I not believe that?”
“Because you are arrogant. You think you can steal that diamond? It’s the size of a bloody cow! Not to mention the fact that you do not know how to be silent. You are also doing it out of spite for us- me, the Constabulary, and all of your attempted victims.”
“Ha! Right there! You say you bite less than I, but you just spat out insult after insult! I am capable- the Constables have me on their side! I am sought out for my knowledge of a secret alphabet!”
“Since when do you have a brain? Ambition clouds all thoughts! Especially your own ambition. You insufferable git!”
“Since when do you have a ______ heart? Or even a gut? You are a coward!”
“At least I have capability, and know my limits.”
“Get the hell out of here. If we meet again, I’m pinning a Sanguine Ribbon.”
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
Steadfast is increasing…
Daring is increasing…
Subtle is increasing…
Heartless is increasing…
Suspicion is increasing…
An occurrence! Your “Letters from the Surface” Quality is now 3!
An occurrence! Your “An Argument at Midnight” Quality is now 1!
News of Art, Art of News
Decadence and Mahogany – the newest exploits of the Mahogany Hall
Here at the Gazette, we celebrate arts of all shapes and sizes. That, of course, includes our good friends at Mahogany Hall. Magicians, comedians, tricksters, and, of course, actors.
However, in the newest development, a new act is joining the stage, or so the rumour has it. Dear readers, we have it on good word that, starting this very spring, rat fights shall take place at the Hall! You can be assured that all Rattus Faber present are consenting and eager to attend these mock fights, in some cases even willing to die for the glory!
You heard it here first – go and grab your tickets!
Ask Mother Goose
Dear Mother Goose, have you ever been to the beautiful, beautiful NORTH?
please do not seek me out. Consequences will follow.
Dear Mother Goose,
It’s like we don’t even know each other any more. What should I do?
sincere conversation is the best way to get things flowing. That, and good wine. A combination of both just to be sure. Open your heart and your wounds, and let them open theirs. There is nothing to be afraid of, nothing but loss, and loss is never an eternal void.