The book that emerged from a bog after 1200 years
This is the remarkable story of a medieval book that spent 1200 years in the mud. Around 800 someone had a Book of Psalms made, a portable copy fitted with a leather satchel. The book consisted of sixty sheets of parchment that were carefully filled with handwritten words. Somehow the book ended up in a remote bog at Faddan More in north Tipperary, close to the town of Birr. Dropped, perhaps, by the owner? Was he walking and reading at the same time? Did he himself also end up in the bog?
Fast-forward to 2006. Eddie Fogarty, the operator of a turf digger, noticed an object with faint lettering in the bucket of his machine (pic 1). There it was again, our Book of Psalms! At this point it resembled something from an Aliens movie (pic 2), but that changed quickly after it went to the restoration lab. Thanks to the conservation properties of turf, many pages were still intact, as was its leather satchel (pic 3), the only surviving specimen from this early period. Remarkably, among the damaged pages were some that had let go of the words: kept together merely by ink, the words were floating around by themselves - like some sort of medieval Scrabble (pic 4). It’s the most remarkable bookish survival story I know.
More on this phenomenal find in this news article and this one. Here is the bog and the machine that dug up the book More on the restoration process here. More about the papyrus found in the binding here. This is a nice movie on the book.
I said it and I mean it.
My parents always did this and if I ever have children I’ll do the same.
If you were that old, and that kind, and the very last of your kind, you couldn’t just stand there and watch children cry.
That is how awesome Any was. She understood him from the beginning.
When your parents think you’re dating your best friend
When EVERYBODY thinks you’re dating your friend…
is that an example or a reaction
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You can’t really go that far without running into us
have some smooshy greaserlock based on this post here
i’ve been meaning to draw these two dorks dancing for a long time and then i was given a perfect excuse. as dumb as it sounds, i really love Earth Angel and you all know how i feel about greasers and 50s stuff
please ignore the historical inaccuracies i know i know shush
so; teaching Sherlock how to dance properly, dancing at an event and then Sherlock liking it and cuddle-slow-dancing in John’s room
Yay! I’ve finally finished this commission, and I have to thank my lovely client for her kindness - and I take the opportunity to thank all the clients that are patiently waiting for their commissions!
Once again, I had to draw two characters I really love (even if I don’t ship them): our beloved John and Sherlock from BBC’s Sherlock.
I decided to name this drawing after a verse from a wonderful song by M83, Wait. I really love this group and, without any specific reason, I listened to this song while I was drawing this piece. The lyrics of the song push us not to dwell too much on the past pains of life and do not waste our time. Somehow, it seemed to fit well with the sense of desire and urgency that I had been required to put into this commission.
Hope you like it!
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