Kudos to
Mr. Fordim Hedgethistle for a very fine job of resurrecting the fun of this thread!
Like
davem, I tend not to create mental images of the people here. Still and all, though, sometimes a Downer is so unique in his or her posting style and form of argument and particular point of view, that a picture comes willnilly into my mind, particularly when he or she rather adamently refuses to concede any of my points.
except in comments when he or see reps me.
davem is one such Downer to me. While he says he is not bearded, I do see him as somewhat Druidic, striding purposefully with long legs in a way that makes him appear talker than he is. His hair flows, unless it is tied back and for some reason a receding hairline seems to go with that pipe of which he speaks. If he wears jeans, I bet he also wears Army surplus boots--something nononsense but not punk. Does he carry around his beloved copies of Tolkien in a leather satchel? Only, I think, to 'Moots. I am willing to bet he could wear any hat he wanted to and wear it with aplomb. Does he wear any jewellry? This is the question. Perhaps if it bears some affinity to something Anglo Saxon or Scandinavian. No Rings though!
And now on to
Imladris, about whom I haven't the faintest idea concerning hair colour and eye colour. But I think she moves with speed and grace, covering the ground rapidly like a cat or a cloud. She has sharp eyes and speaks very directly, no mumbling for her or hesitation. I wouldn't think her lips are full, but they could be and she simply purses them to make them appear thinner. I bet that photographs of her are deceptive; she is more striking in person than in print. And no, I don't think she has a zig zag scar on her forehead.
What
Imadris does have is a clever imagination. How could she have guessed that there are several aspects to Bethberry ? If only she could see my writing room and my garden! Perhaps somehow she has . . .
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Originally Posted by Imladris
On the one hand I see a slim woman perched behind a desk that is drowning in the middle of the library, where tomes are piled on end. She wears spectacles that insist on sliding off the end of her nose, and she scribbles furiously across the paper, filling the paper with witty words. Brown hair shot with blonde tumbling down her shoulders...
On the other hand I picture her as something like a human faerie...dancing through the woods, robed in green...with glimmering golden hair.
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