I have no ear for music. When i attend a concert, i endeavor gamely to follow the sequence and relationship of sounds but cannot keep it up for more than a few minutes. Visual impressions, reflections of hands in lacquered wood, a diligent bald spot over a fiddle, take over, and soon i am bored beyond measure by the motions of the musicians.
You never know! neith snapped. the point is, i’ll survive the apocalypse. i can live off the land! she jabbed a finger at me. did you know the palm tree has six different edible parts? um— and i’ll never be bored, neith continued, since i’m also the goddess of weaving. i have enough twine for a millennium of macramé! i had no reply, as i wasn’t sure what macramé was.
A witch who is bored might do anything. people said things like 'we had to make our own amusements in those days' as if this signified some kind of moral worth, and perhaps it did, but the last thing you wanted a witch to do was get bored and start making her own amusements, because witches sometimes had famously erratic ideas about what was amusing.