What would Dorothy Dunnett do?
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Which Lymond Character Are You?

Congratulations, you're Francis Crawford of Lymond, for a time the Master of Culter. You're the hero and the focal point of everything. You're the quintessential romantic hero: brooding, mysterious, witty, informed, gentle, sensitive and all the rest. You should, perhaps, consider doing the dishes once in a while and speak in your native tongue when possible. In other words, show off a bit less. It won't kill you.
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OK - I took it twice. I admit I tried to skew it the first time; but the second time I didn't, I swear! I'm still him. Or at least I think I am. I had an aborted romance with a fellow-Dunnett fan many years ago - aborted, in part, because he wanted me to see myself as Philippa so he could be . . . well, y'know . . . . As my then-flatmate repeated endlessly as she listened to my angst, I am the only Napoleon in this asylum! So, now, Take That! aborted romance dude.
Cheez. Now I must go back and take it again to see if I can convince it that I'm really Wat Scott.
But how did they know I never do the dishes?? That wasn't on the quiz!
Which Lymond Character Are You?

Congratulations, you're Francis Crawford of Lymond, for a time the Master of Culter. You're the hero and the focal point of everything. You're the quintessential romantic hero: brooding, mysterious, witty, informed, gentle, sensitive and all the rest. You should, perhaps, consider doing the dishes once in a while and speak in your native tongue when possible. In other words, show off a bit less. It won't kill you.
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OK - I took it twice. I admit I tried to skew it the first time; but the second time I didn't, I swear! I'm still him. Or at least I think I am. I had an aborted romance with a fellow-Dunnett fan many years ago - aborted, in part, because he wanted me to see myself as Philippa so he could be . . . well, y'know . . . . As my then-flatmate repeated endlessly as she listened to my angst, I am the only Napoleon in this asylum! So, now, Take That! aborted romance dude.
Cheez. Now I must go back and take it again to see if I can convince it that I'm really Wat Scott.
But how did they know I never do the dishes?? That wasn't on the quiz!
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Date: 2007-02-24 05:22 pm (UTC)Ellen--you are totally right about the question/choices--loud cackling rang out over Chicago as I read them. I love the answer to who is your enemy--"The entire French court! Wait, uh... enemy? Well, same thing!"
I didn't find these books until a few years ago--where were they all my life?--and then I ran through them so quickly that by the end, I almost felt physically sick, as though I'd eaten too much chocolate! A surfeit of Lymond, could it be?! I have the cheap paperbacks from the 1960s, the ones with the bodice ripper covers. I always wondered what the hausfraus thought when they opened DK or PIF and found buggery, castration, incest, child-stealing, flaying and murder instead of plain old loooove. Whoo-hoo!
Ysabeau, who'd better get a livejournal account if she doesn't want to be anon for ever.