002. ᴛᴇxᴛ.

[considered]

[ well this is new. there is no face to go with the name 'Jamie Moriarty' but there is certainly a name attached to this little greeting. ]

Good afternoon, Asgard.

This introduction is overdue and I fear I can do nothing about that fact aside of asking for your forgiveness. I trust you will all understand how busy and demanding times in this city can be.

I hear you are not overly fond of riddles which I do not find odd. What is Asgard if not a complex riddle? But I would greatly appreciate if you consider this one. I trust those who would solve it shall find themselves with an interesting subject to discuss.

4+4

( turn!

+3 ) + 2 = ?????

Jamie Moriarty

Comments

» perma private.

[herrin]

A quatrain.

Have I passed your little test?

» perma private.

[considered]

A quatrain is a part of a whole, darling. Do not come so close to the answer only to fail on something as silly as linguistics.

[herrin]

A sonnet, then.

I fear I took a wrong turn in thought at the volta.

[considered]

[ unseen and unheard she laughs and it's actually genuine ]

Name your favorite.

[ sonnet, that is. ]

[herrin]

Is it possible to pick just one?

[considered]

when challenged? perhaps.

[herrin]

I do not feel so very challenged.

[considered]

[ she does smile at that. ]

must I present it as such? name the one sonnet who none can compare to. Every person has a favorite. But they all avoid this question as they do the 'who do you like better, daddy or mommy?' ]

[herrin]

Perhaps because the sonnet you favour reveals more about you than your literary taste.

However, for the sake of argument... Shakespeare, Sonnet 141.

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted;
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.

[considered]

English sonnet. Well if I drew any conclusions from it, Irene Adler, I promise not to tell.

[ can you see the little grin through the words there. ]

[herrin]

[ she can very much see that grin, and she's not 100% certain she likes it, miss adler. ]

Of course. What did you expect?

Though, Pablo Neruda was a very close second.

[considered]

Perhaps a taste of the Italian. But perhaps it is my personal preference dictating my thoughts in this matter.

Neruda then. I find that I agree with you on that.

[herrin]

I must admit I am an englishwoman through and through.

Finally. Something we can agree on.

[considered]

By blood and poetic preference both.

'Finally', were you looking froward to it?

[herrin]

Oh, yes. I was curious to see what it was we would actually find in common.

[considered]

You assumed there would indeed be something; I can understand that, I assumed the same.

[herrin]

In fact, I'd be surprised if there was just one thing.

[considered]

As will I. Though as to how many, no number comes to mind.

[herrin]

Too many and it would be uncanny.

[considered]

Just enough and it would be a thrill.

[herrin]

Yes.

And it may confuse the boys.

[considered]

Men are oft so confused by women as it is, are they not?

[herrin]

Too often. Though I wouldn't limit that exclusively to men. Anyone may be confused by a strong enough woman.

[considered]

I admit myself to find women, when they are intelligent, to be more complex than men. Sherlock has always been easy enough for me, as brilliant as it is. But a woman with such a mind.

[ well. Jamie Moriarty. All layers and no answers. ]

[herrin]

You may be right and I may agree; but I must admit myself to be rather biased.

I am not very well acquainted with your Sherlock. He seems remarkably dissimilar to the one I know.