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As I said yesterday, when I tried to install Windows Service Pack 2 I got a notice from Windows that the installation had failed. So I was a bit surprised when I fired up the computer today, and a window popped up to announce that Service Pack 2 had been installed, and it invited me to do some configuring. But another window, which now disguises itself as an icon in the tray at the bottom of the browser, tells me that I have yet to install two needed updates, and the page to which a link on it takes me tells me that one of these is Service Pack 2. So, Windows appears to have lied to me either once or twice now. Either the window that says Service Pack 2 has been installed has lied, or the other two windows have lied.

Of course there might be no lying involved. It is entirely possible that Windows has simply mistaken some part of itself for a hole in the ground. But either way, it's all a confusion to me. I intend to ignore everything Windows says. If service pack 2 is indeed there, then the latest Acrobat Reader will work when I've installed it, and if it isn't there then it won't work. Adobe is probably a better source of information about Windows than Windows is anyway. So, I reiterate: stupid Microslough.


Outside computerland, the first day of winter put on a grand performance, featuring hours of bright sunlight and hours of brooding clouds, and then it was all topped off with sky bleeding more red than a subprime mortgage lender's account books. Now the first full moom of the season (and last of the year) comes racing behind the solstice, trailing bright vapors. The only flaw to the night is that the yard across the street is once again blazing with holiday lights. I think the denizens of the house might have been away for the weekend, as we enjoyed two nights of darkness from that quarter. I do hope they aren't the sort who leave their desecrations decorations up until the new year, or even later!


Though the clouds today have occasionally displayed an ominous mien, they have proven to be dry. We might get some rain showers by Tuesday, though. The air remains too warm for snow. Despite this, there's a definite wintry feel to it. I know that other places are getting snow now, so I'm posting some snow-filled Pushkin, suitable to the season.




Sunday Verse

Demons – A Ballad


by Alexander Pushkin


The clouds scurry, the clouds whirl,
Unseen the moon
Lights up the flying snow,
The sky is gloomy, the night is gloomy
I drive, I drive in the open plain,
The little bell ding-ding-ding
It is fearsome, fearsome in spite of one's self,
Amid the unknown plains!

—"Hey, go on, driver!"..."There's no possibility:
For the horses, sir, it is heavy";
The snow storm shuts my eyes
All the roads are blocked,—
Though (you) kill me, a track is not to be seen,
We are lost. What are we to do!
In the plain a demon leads us, seemingly,
And turns aside.

"Look: there, there he plays,
He blows, he spits on me;
Here—now into a ravine he pushes
The shying horse;
There like a weird verst-post
He stood up in front of me;
There he flashed like a little spark
And disappeared in the empty darkness."

The clouds scurry, the clouds whirl,
Unseen the moon
Lights up the flying snow,
The sky is gloomy, the night is gloomy
We have no strength to circle further;
The little bell suddenly became silent,
The horses stopped...—What is there in the plain?
"Who knows them: a tree stump or a wolf?"

The snowstorm becomes furious, the snowstorm wails;
The quick-witted horses snort;
There again further on he jumps,
Only his eyes burn in the darkness!
The horses started off again
The little bell ding-ding-ding...
I see: the phantoms assembled
In the midst of the whitening plains.

Endless, formless,
In the dim play of the moonlight
Whirled the manifold demons,
Like the leaves in November...
How many of them! Where are they driven to?
Why do they sing so plaintively?
Are they burying the hobgoblin?
Are they giving the witch in marriage?

The clouds scurry, the clouds whirl,
Unseen the moon
Lights up the flying snow,
The sky is gloomy, the night is gloomy
The demons run swarm after swarm
In the boundless height,
With plaintive wail and moan
Rending my heart...

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