Please accept this musical interlude...

...in lieu of an actual post.  Sorry: Galatea's got a bunch of [mostly good] real-life stuff going on, so it's been tricky to keep the posting queue populated.  Given that we're starting to wade into Rothfuss' hilarious music wank, please accept the following placeholder content from my good friend Lute:

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We interrupt our regularly-scheduled programming...

...to announce that Galatea's fallen a bit behind, so chapter 11 won't be going up until Monday.  I do some teaching in my non-Galatea life, and the start of the school term pretty effectively wiped out all the cushion I'd built myself with pre-scheduled posts.  Given the choice between half-assing a chapter and putting it up a little late, I'd rather put it up late with ass fully intact!

In the meantime, please enjoy this video of a guy juggling while shuffling cards.  Next time I see the guy who can do it with knives, I'll get video of him.

Interlude: Galatea's Theory

I've mentioned a couple of times now that I have a theory about why some of the earlier chapters of The Name of the Wind are the way they are.  Now that we're out of the framing narrative, I think it's time to expound on that a little.  Simply put, my theory is this: after the Prologue, Chapter 7 was originally the first chapter of the book, and Chapters 1-6 did not exist (at least in their current state) until a long time after the rest of The Name of the Wind was written.

Chapter 6 Rewrite

CHAPTER SIX

The Price of Remembering

So, for those of you following along, Chapter 6: The Price of Remembering was an absolute bear to spork, because so much of it is just unnecessary.  More frustratingly, there's the skeleton of a very powerful scene hidden beneath all the bloat.  The challenge I set myself was to cut the chapter down to that skeleton to reveal the scene I think Rothfuss was trying to write: a scene in which two clever men play mind games with each other until one of them pushes the other too far, and they are forced to come to terms.  I cut over a thousand words from the chapter, but I did not change or reorder anything that remained.  All that you see below is Rothfuss' own words, just...fewer of them.