Shropshire Lad LXII

I rerecorded a favorite poem of mine now that I’ve gotten a bit more experience in recording these I thought I could do it a bit more justice (I also, since the last time I recorded this learned how to pronounce victuals so look forward to that!)

I was rereading through Beetlesburg for Fic Reasons, and okay, once Agatha loses the locket, everything is sepia with flashing into bright color to indicate when basically something gets her heart rate up, right? Righteous anger, sparky intriguement, etc. 

Which leads me to inevitably conclude that this lightning-lit pouty sneer right here

is a perfect victual representation of “oh wow, he’s hot