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

[text]

[quantumtangled]

I do not know the answer. Do you?

[text]

[considered]

I have written it with a solution in mind.

[text]

[quantumtangled]

What is it?

[text]

[considered]

[ jamie would have struggled and waited and struggled again instead of asking but then jamie is jamie and a few more have actually solved it. why not. ]

Sonnet.

Try and solve why.

[text]

[quantumtangled]

[He may have gotten it eventually, if he had a little more culture.]

What is a sonnet?

[text]

[considered]

[ oh no. really? really? she wonders if this is ignorance or perhaps sonnets do not exist in their world. ]

The sonnet is a form of a verse which has 14 lines, a rhyme scheme and a particular line length.

[text]

[quantumtangled]

A verse and rhyme scheme?

[text]

[considered]

[ she shakes her head, considers an explanation and then her mind simply produces an example. Petrarca. 134. And minds like her remember it word for word. ]

I find no peace, and all my war is done;
I fear and hope; I burn and freeze like ice;
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
And nought I have, and all the world I seize on;
That looseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison
And holdeth me not, yet can I 'scape nowise;
Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,
And yet of death it giveth none occasion.
Withouten eyen, I see; and without tongue I plain;
I desire to perish, and yet I ask health;
I love another, and thus I hate myself;
I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain;
Likewise displeaseth me both death and life;
And my delight is causer of this strife.

[text]

[quantumtangled]

This is poetry, I believe. It means something to you, but nothing to me.

[text]

[considered]

Currently it means everything to both of us. It is the solution.

[text]

[quantumtangled]

An intelligence test.

[text]

[considered]

It is the nature of every good riddle.

[text]

[quantumtangled]

It fails if it relies on concepts someone has not learned. Ignorance is not a lack of intelligence.

[text]

[considered]

Indeed. But there are enough sonnet books in the Odin library. A good thing one has a chance to learn even if one dos not readily takes it.

[text]

[quantumtangled]

I have been spending each day in the library. I will find them in the end.

[text]

[considered]

Good. Find me one which answers to the riddle. There are two forms of sonnets. I do wonder if they are both present in our library.

[text]

[quantumtangled]

I am not fit to do so.