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incandescensThings done today: sewing, cleaning, writing. I have also decided that the next chapter of what I'm writing gets far more amusing if it isn't a carefully planned squad of cunning werewolves, but a drunken gang of werewolves who explain (eventually) that they were hired by "this guy what we met down the pub, see."
This is a major achievement. Honestly.
I am also now imagining a number of favourite fictional characters of mine attending 1830s melodrama, for reasons which may be apparent below.
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Melodrama also relied on highly stylized speech, in which thoughts were articulated -- in Tom Bowling, a well-loved 1830 melodrama, Dare-Devil Bill, the smuggler, shouts that his enemy: 'shall hang! hang! hang! and on the same gibbet as myself! And how I will exult, and how my eyeballs, starting from their sockets, will glare at him in their convulsive brilliancy! And I will laugh too ... ha, ha, ha!' - regularly interspersed with comedy, mime, spectacle, song and dance, all no more realistic than the dialogue. Nor were they intended to be. In an 1829 adaptation of Walter Scott's Guy Mannering, a character is lost on a storm-racked Scottish heath, when suddenly: 'Ha! What do I see on this lonely heath? A Piano? Who could be lonely with that? The moon will shortly rise and light me from this unhallowed place; so, to console myself, I will sing one of Julia's favourite melodies.' And he does.
-- The Invention of Murder, Judith Flanders
This is a major achievement. Honestly.
I am also now imagining a number of favourite fictional characters of mine attending 1830s melodrama, for reasons which may be apparent below.
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Melodrama also relied on highly stylized speech, in which thoughts were articulated -- in Tom Bowling, a well-loved 1830 melodrama, Dare-Devil Bill, the smuggler, shouts that his enemy: 'shall hang! hang! hang! and on the same gibbet as myself! And how I will exult, and how my eyeballs, starting from their sockets, will glare at him in their convulsive brilliancy! And I will laugh too ... ha, ha, ha!' - regularly interspersed with comedy, mime, spectacle, song and dance, all no more realistic than the dialogue. Nor were they intended to be. In an 1829 adaptation of Walter Scott's Guy Mannering, a character is lost on a storm-racked Scottish heath, when suddenly: 'Ha! What do I see on this lonely heath? A Piano? Who could be lonely with that? The moon will shortly rise and light me from this unhallowed place; so, to console myself, I will sing one of Julia's favourite melodies.' And he does.
-- The Invention of Murder, Judith Flanders
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Date: 2011-09-19 12:36 am (UTC)And was it a native piano, or an invasive species of piano?
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Date: 2011-09-19 08:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-19 02:52 am (UTC)That stood upon a heath.
He looked again and saw it was
A china dog from Neath.
'This blow is keener far,' he cried
'Than any serpents' teeth!'
Really, it's the sort of thing Python would come up with. Speaking of serpents...
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Date: 2011-09-19 08:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-19 07:03 pm (UTC)Wow. now there's a prompt...
And I like the switch in motivations! Wrestling with the next chapter of Winter War and I'm afraid Grimmjow is winning...
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Date: 2011-09-19 09:15 pm (UTC)(makes a note of the prompt)
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Date: 2011-09-19 09:52 pm (UTC)It's more just him trying to take over (okay and run after the snarly thing in the hallways), but... I love who steps up to thwart things. So I am getting *somewhere* yay!
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Date: 2011-09-19 10:21 pm (UTC)I suppose it was the next logical step for him, after beginning to identify with the group. Sort out alpha dominance issues within the group. :)