The rooms seemed infinite; the mirrors mirrored infinities beyond of gilded emptiness. Upstairs a monkey scampered, parrot screeched, spoilt children laughed. Outside were lawns, were statues, fountains; paths led out towards the vanishing-point.
In a wilderness of ornate rooms amongst the damasks and brocades servants fawned, the courtiers conspired. Polite, the little clavecinist played to a periwig and red-heeled slippers badineries until the guests dispersed. - Francois Couperin at Versailles
Huge friends list clean up. Maybe now I'll start using this darn thing again.
If I removed you, it's because we never really connected, your journal hasn't been updated in a long time, or I haven't spoken to you in a long time. Very few exceptions were made. See ya.