To me, methought, who waited with a crowd,
There came a bark that, blowing forward, bore
King Arthur, like a modern gentleman
Of stateliest port; and all the people cried,
"Arthur is come again: he cannot die."

"Morte d'Arthur" (1842)
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Update March 2013

I'm woefully behind but will add 3 new posts today and some updates on the International Arthurian Society to the blog in an effort to begin to catch up with things.

Michael Torregrossa

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