Pamela Dean is indirectly responsible for a ridiculous amount of my bookshelf.

[commodorified]

And, actually, for this, for causing me to track down the phrase "farewell earth's bliss" many many years ago. Well, I suppose I can't blame her for the typesetting hobby; I think originally that was the subtle influence of benet.



Text: Thomas Nashe, Litany in a Time of Plague, from Summer's Last Will And Testament.

Capitals: Hans Holbein, Dance of Death Alphabet
Body Type: Sorts Mill Goudy.
Image: Alfred Rethel, detail from Der Tod als Freund,
Border: William Morris, from The Works Of Geoffery Chaucer.

Larger web version available on flikr, enormous printable .tif file negotiably available upon request.

Also, I'm not feeling morbid or depressed or anything, do not be concerned.
I've been meaning to do this one for ages.

Comments

[metaphortunate]

That is gorgeous.

And weirdly, made me feel better about being sick this week. I don't know why. Maybe something about feeling less alone. It's just the normal stuff that flesh is heir to.