dirty Middle English

Finally, the Academy has gotten its act together and awarded the RIGHT awards to the RIGHT people. Except Johnny Depp, who should have received something, if only Best Eyeliner or Best Drunken Swagger.

But yay for ROTK ^^

English today was brilliant. We've finally moved on from Beowulf the Mind-Shatteringly Dull And Gory, and have progressed to Chaucer. Which is of course improved by the fact that the mere word 'Chaucer' brings to mind an image of Paul Bettany being alternatively naked and heraldic.
Anyway, we were discussing the description of the Knyght and his Squier (yes, pronounced like "squee-er", for all the fangirls out there) when we came across some very interesting lines indeed.

tammaiya: Hey, look at this line! "His hors were good, but he was nat gay"
*much laughter*
izumihydra: *camp voice* Now, guys, just because he has a nice horse, doesn't mean he's gay.
fahye: Can't you just see the medieval Fab Five wandering around giving knights-that-are-not-gay tips on which horses look the best?
*small pause*
Hey, you pronounce that like "whores".
tammaiya: So his whores were good, but he was not gay. Makes sense.
fahye: He has good whores. He's the Pimpin' Knight!
*a few minutes later*
izumihydra: Look - "with him ther was his sone, a yong Squier, / a lovere and a lusty bacheler"
tammaiya: So he's the son of the Pimpin' Knight. That's how he knows that "his whores were good".
fahye: Uh, guys... *points* Try reading that using our interpretation of 'hors'.
(the line was: "Wel koude he sitte on hors and faire ryde.")
*massive outburst of laughter*
izumihydra: So, he got to road-test all his father's whores. And he was good at it. Look - "He slepte namoore than dooth a nyghtyngale."

Um, yeah. So perhaps we were making it a little more rude than it was meant to be. I think Chaucer would have laughed.

Haven't done nearly enough work tonight. That's what Moderation Day is for.

Well, that and cleaning and driving lessons and the all-important Chidder/Ade log.

Possibly I should be doing maths right now. But they just dumped integration of trig functions on us and expected up to remember an entire last-year's semester worth of calculus and we have a TEST on it on MONDAY and I've forgotten all about bloody integration except that you add 'c' to everything. Guh.

And Mr Joyce is writing our test. Mr Joyce. He doesn't even teach either of the AME lines any more. I hate his tests.

You know, maybe harakiri is the best option at this point.