“The witches go to meet them flying through the air, often on horseback. In order to be able to fly, after having completely undressed and undone their hair, they go a little before midnight to an isolated spot out of sight, away from every sacred object. It is forbidden to see them, but not to speak to them. Then they anoint their bodies with the following composition, the quantity varying according to their weight: ten pounds of spirits of wine, half a pound of salt of Saturn, half a pound of Dragerio, to be left for four hours in a covered vessel. Then, saying ‘Sotto I'acqua e sotto il vento, sotto il noce di Benevento, Lucibello portami dove debbo andare.’ they fly away.”
The power of Katie McGrath is real. Legit rearranged my schedule and made some deals with the devil to book my flight and get this ticket lol. The CW better not screw Supercorp over in the season finale. Raise your hand if you’re going to this event thingy on Sunday?! 🌝
A flight is sort of delirium. To be delirious is exactly to go off the rails (as in deconner - to say absurd things, etc.). There is something demoniacal or demonic in a line of flight. Demons are different from gods, because gods have fixed attributes, properties and functions, territories and codes: they have to do with rails, boundaries and surveys. What demons do is jump across intervals, and from one interval to another.
Gilles Deleuze and Claire Parnet, Dialogues, p.40.
Last night I found myself without anything to do. I decided to try sleeping, with the hope that maybe I could wake up early enough to leave the house not long after 5am and walk about 15 minutes (that’s a bit of a estimated guess) to a park tree which I prefer to sit in while reading. I woke up to an alarm around 10 to 5, and thought “what’s the point, I’m tired and I won’t get there as early as I’d like”. Though I realised that I wouldn’t likely get another chance to do this for almost another whole week. Considering how long I’ve been wanting to finish the last three chapters of this book, I don’t really want to be waiting another week. So I got up, threw some clothes on, downed a few glasses of milk, brushed my teeth, grabbed my satchel containing the book, and left around 5:25. I probably got about a third of the way before I decided to start reading while I walked. It was somewhat pleasant reading the start of the 29th chapter and noticing the sky reflecting what was written;
The coming dawn began to lighten the sky from gray to a pale, washed-out blue.
I have enjoyed this last Crimson Skies novel, much as I have the other two. I am disappointed knowing that there are no further book, especially given the except from Devil’s Flight (what was to be book 2 of the Wings of Justice series) - found after the final chapter - has left me feeling as though there is somewhat more that I’m missing out on.
Now on to Philip Marlowe in Raymond Chandler’s The Big Sleep.