“Placetne Magistra?”
“Placet.”

My version of the book pages shoes that floated around tumblr awhile ago. The text is, of course, from Dorothy Sayer’s Gaudy Night. Where Harriet finally overcomes her reservations about love, and marriage, between intellectual minds. And Peter finally begins to understand the effect of his person, and position, and reputation on the world. And everything turns out well in the end.

I love this series of books a little too much. Beyond being fantastically classical mysteries, they have what might be my favorite vision of love in literature.

“Do you find it easy to get drunk on words?”
“So easy that, to tell you the truth, I am seldom perfectly sober.”