been meaning to tell you.

Total trash snippet stemming from this conversation with neotoma and, you know, you're kind of going crazy when you're writing AU for your own fanfiction. And randomalia mentioned how it would be nifty to see a conversation between Padawan Obi-Wan and a Qui-Gon who had gone a rather darker shade of gray?

( So there is this totally cracked out universe in which, you know. Um. I didn't want jedi_news to link to this originally, but uh.. )

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In 96 kbps:

my body ached; I was nearly dead on my feet
he should have gone to bed to get warm
the bewitching features of the most beautiful face
a man swimming in the sea among the wreckage of his ship
no boots, and I was afraid of the frost

So temve's CD arrived today all the way from Germany today, and not only is it Ewan and have Ewan as a little jewel case cover insert thingy, but it's Ewan reading Chekhov from Book at Bedtime, and this makes me so happy that I can barely even speak. I let out this long eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee when I picked up the mail and oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.

I have seen green forests, fields, rivers, lakes, cities. I have heard the singing of the sirens, and the strains of the shepherds' pipes; I have touched the wings of comely devils who flew down to converse with me of God. In your books, I have plunged into the bottomless pit, performed miracles, murdered, burned towns, preached new religions, conquered whole kingdoms.

Now imagine Ewan's voice reading that. The ups and downs. The way his accent flickers in and out. Now combined with sheer, gorgeous emotional intensity of Chekhov. OMG. You should hear the way he makes his voice go a little, the way he falters at I have touched the wings.

God bless temve.