orichalcum

I just got a one-word email from my advisor, who I had sent, two days ago, the Introduction that I had spent sixteen continuous hours massively revising and changing (thank you, everyone!):


"Inprimatur."

Let it be printed.

And as the cherry on top of my sundae, I got email last night from Classical World, the journal I submitted to over a year ago as my "reach" journal with my article on cannibalism, saying that they were sending my article back to me with the referee's comments and strongly encouraging me to revise and resubmit it. This is not an acceptance, but it's way better than ignoring me or a rejection.

Now, to work on the conclusion.

24 24 hours to go....

In which Orichalcum resists the temptation to add the last-minute epigram to Chapter V: Do you Know a Meretrix when you See one?

I know you think I'm like the others before
who saw your name and number up on the wall. --867-5309


But that will wait for the Book. When I need not answer as much to the Oxford crowd, which means I can't get away with worse than what is probably my favorite epigram, in Chp. VII: Public Prominence of Prostitutes in the Roman World -

This week’s spotlight will shine on a situation
that has been allowed to exist,
right in the shadow of the state capital:
Texas has a whorehouse in it!
Lord have mercy on our souls!
I’ll expose the facts,
although it fills me with disgust;
please excuse the filthy dark
details and carnal lust. –Carol Hall, Best Little Whorehouse in Texas