tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70373652108156694752024-03-12T19:44:32.624-04:00Rob Reads to YouRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.comBlogger137125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037365210815669475.post-53963389209902888412020-06-04T22:44:00.001-04:002020-06-04T22:44:46.876-04:00Anne of Avonlea, Chapters Twenty-Nine and Thirty<div><div>In which the storybook romance has a happy ending, and Anne prepares for the next phase of her life; and in which your narrator can finally update his "currently reading" status on Goodreads.<br /><br /><iframe frameborder="no" height="20" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/834375154&color=5c0792&inverse=false&auto_play=false&show_user=true" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.4); padding: 0.5em;" width="100%"></iframe><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://books.sourcebooks.com/lm-montgomery/" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="848" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35iuh6ubHvDjdxv_9DHCLtkK7-PcJzDKKQdahAGqw6AC9_lRvUfJR7CMbXAHCvzgMvSc_KTRTQDNM09sVq78RcdR-QLPTJF0hmypJQLBvyq1c2Y7NHz7-noa7CPaCnIL5L7hi9E78quz1/s320/Sourcebooks+Fire%252C+2014.jpg" /></a>Our final cover for this book is from a 2014 edition published by <a href="https://www.sourcebooks.com/young-adult.html" target="_blank">Sourcebooks Fire</a>, the YA imprint of <a href="https://www.sourcebooks.com/" target="_blank">Sourcebooks</a>. It's designed by Canadian illustrator <a href="https://jacquioakley.com/" target="_blank">Jacqui Oakley</a>, who posted the in-progress rough designs of this cover on her site (scroll down a bit.) Oakley illustrated covers for the whole series, of course, and says that "as you can imagine, I got pretty good at painting red hair throughout this project. Each cover depicts Anne as she grows up, a specific building related to each story, as well as flowers and animals native to PEI." It's a lovely set of covers all together, and I appreciate the thoughtfulness that obviously went into each, and the fact that while none depict a specific scene from the book, they don't fall into the completely generic trap that so many of the others I've looked at do. A beautiful cover to bring our reading to a close.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>But we're not going to get out of this without a whole bunch of notes! Even though this isn't as long as the last two installments we somehow managed to need even more annotation, so look for them behind the jump.<span><a name='more'></a></span></div><div><br /></div>1:43 - "have her gray silk made princess." Presumably this means "to have her gray silk made into a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Princess_line" target="_blank">princess line dress</a>," a close-fitted style of dress where the bodice and skirt do not have a join or separation at the waist, and emphasizes the natural (well, corseted) figure, with no bustle, hoops, or crinoline. 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This comes from William Wordsworth, whom we've <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2015/03/frankenstein3-1-2.html">met</a> <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2015/11/avonlea6-7.html">before</a>, from his long poem <i>The Excursion: Being a portion of The Recluse, a poem.</i> He never finished <i>The Recluse</i>, so don't look. Anyway, this was from <a href="https://www.bartleby.com/145/ww398.html" target="_blank">Book 1</a> of <i>The Excursion</i>: "The Wanderer":</div><div><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div><i>O, many are the poets that are sown</i></div><div><i>By nature; men endowed with highest gifts,</i></div><div><i>The vision and the faculty divine;</i></div><div><i>Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse</i></div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div> In short, he goes on to talk about how many talented people there are who never discover their talent through lack of learning, an excess of temper, etc. Marilla has decided not to take further steps to try and discourage Anne's own poetic gifts, though I somehow think it was the narration and not Marilla herself that dragged Wordsworth into it.</div><div><br /></div><div>7:54 - "melancholy Byronic hero." We briefly met <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Byron" target="_blank">Lord Byron</a> in <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2015/06/frankenstein1832intro.html">Mary Shelley's introduction</a> to the 1832 edition of <i>Frankenstein</i>, and I glancingly mentioned the "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Byronic_hero" target="_blank">Byronic hero</a>." Byron didn't actually invent the Byronic hero, as characters of the archetype existed before him, but he certainly codified and popularized it. The Byronic hero is the dark, brooding character, charismatic, passionate, and idealistic, but cynical. Inflexible in his philosophy and self-centered, yet mercurial in temperament and full of self-loathing, he (for this is usually a man, though not always) generally considers himself above the strictures of society. He the one that you, like Anne and Diana here, fall in love with, or think you <i>want</i> to fall in love with, as a teenager, before realizing that he's really just a self-important ass who needs to get over himself. See also: Hamlet, Mr. Rochester, Victor Frankenstein, Heathcliff, Batman, most vampires, and Lord Byron himself.</div><div><br /></div><div>7:59 - "things seen are mightier than things heard." Ah, our <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/search?q=+tennyson">old friend</a>, Alfred, Lord Tennyson. This comes from his narrative poem <i><a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1358/pg1358-images.html" target="_blank">Enoch Arden</a></i>, published in 1864. It's the story of the titular Enoch, who loses his job and thus has to take work going to sea, but gets shipwrecked for ten years. When he finally returns, he finds that he's been declared dead and his wife had remarried a childhood friend of his, and has a child by him (added to the children she had with Enoch, now raised by this guy.) He wants them to be happy, so he doesn't reveal himself to them and dies of a broken heart. This quote comes from the part where Enoch, who had previously been informed of his family's new situation, actually <i>sees</i> them for the first time, and it really sinks in.</div><div><br /></div><div>8:55 - "if everybody saw alike. . . as the old Indian said, 'Everybody would want my squaw.'" Nope, no idea. I found a couple of other sources that use this or a similar expression (one attributing it to a "Cree chief," but they all came from after <i>Anne of Avonlea</i>, and all the words are just generic enough to make it hard to find sources that aren't just talking about something else entirely. So whether this is a reference to a specific story I can't find, or whether Montgomery made it up out of whole cloth, I can't tell you. Kinda racist either way, though.</div><div><br /></div><div>13:43 - "lares and penates." <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lares" target="_blank">Lares</a> were spirits of the dead who became guardian deities in ancient Rome. They protected places, which included individual households, roads, crossroads, cities, and even entire states. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Di_Penates" target="_blank">Penates</a> were deities that were more specifically domestic, associated largely with the hearth and pantry of a specific household. The two often got conflated together under the umbrella of "household spirits," and sometime in the 1700s or so the phrase came to mean "<a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/lares%20and%20penates" target="_blank">all of one's household goods</a>."</div><div><br /></div><div>17:08 - "helmet of Navarre . . . waved ever in the thickest of the fray." This most likely is a reference to the poem "<a href="https://www.bartleby.com/library/poem/3345.html" target="_blank">The Battle of Ivry</a>," or "Ivry, a Song of the Huguenots," by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Babington_Macaulay" target="_blank">Thomas Babington Macauley</a>. He wrote it as a young man in 1824, but eventually published it in 1842 as part of his <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lays_of_Ancient_Rome" target="_blank">Lays of Ancient Rome</a>, </i>a collection of narrative poems that were apparently standard reading in British schools for more than a century. Contrary to the title and most of the other poems, "The Battle of Ivry" is about the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Ivry" target="_blank">titular battle</a> that won <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_IV_of_France" target="_blank">Henry IV of France</a> and his Protestant forces the French throne over the forces of the Catholic League in 1590, as part of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Wars_of_Religion" target="_blank">French Wars of Religion</a>. Before becoming King of France, Henry was King of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kingdom_of_Navarre" target="_blank">Navarre</a>, a small kingdom that lay on what is now the border of France and Spain, so it's his helmet we're talking about. Specifically, I'm pretty sure this is a reference to the lines</div><div><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div><i>And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star,</i></div><div><i>Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.</i></div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div>17:23 - "horsehair trunk." <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horsehair" target="_blank">Horsehair</a>, or, uh, hair from a horse's tail or mane, can be woven into a very durable fabric that was often used for hard-wearing surfaces like upholstery and, as in this case, luggage.</div><div><br /></div><div>18:15 - "if not exactly a thing of beauty, certainly a joy forever." Surprisingly, this is apparently the first time any of our books to reference Keats. Huh. Anyway, this is a reference to the famous first line of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Keats" target="_blank">John Keats</a>'s 1818 poem <i><a href="https://www.bartleby.com/126/32.html" target="_blank">Endymion</a></i>: "A thing of beauty is a joy forever." The poem retells the myth of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endymion_(mythology)" target="_blank">Endymion</a>, a shepherd (or hunter, or king maybe?) who <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selene" target="_blank">Selene</a>, the Titan goddess of the moon, fell in love with. She had him put into an enchanted sleep so he would never leave her and would stay young forever, and had fifty(!) children by him. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3BFyYpa2Vg" target="_blank">That's rough, buddy</a>. Anyway, contemporary critics hated the poem, and even Keats was pretty critical of it and regretted publishing it, but that first line entered the popular lexicon and has stayed ever since.</div><div><br /></div><div>19:01 - "slept the sleep of the just and weary." I can find several other works that use this exact phrase, or the present-tense version of it, all from the 1890s through the 1920s and almost all from news articles for some reason, but no obvious <i>source</i> for it. Maybe just one of those things that just arose naturally in the public lexicon.</div><div><br /></div><div>19:56 - "a figure of fun." <a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/figure%20of%20fun" target="_blank">Basically</a>, a person that other people make fun of.</div><div><br /></div><div>20:06 - "pour cats and dogs." Again, you all know this phrase surely, but <a href="https://www.loc.gov/everyday-mysteries/item/what-is-the-origin-of-the-phrase-its-raining-cats-and-dogs/" target="_blank">no one's really sure</a> where it comes from. Versions of it (like "rain dogs and polecats") date back at least to the 1650s and could be from Norse mythology, or the Greek phrase <i>cata doxa</i> ("contrary to belief"), the Old English word <i>catadupe</i> meaning "waterfall," and others.</div><div><br /></div><div>20:36 - "and upstairs was awaiting a bride, 'adorned for her husband.'" Another Bible quote, this one from <a href="https://biblehub.com/revelation/21-2.htm" target="_blank">Revelation 21:2</a>: "And I John saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband" (King James Version.) So, Miss Lavendar is a bride who looks like a post-apocalyptic heavenly city that looks like a bride.</div><div><br /></div><div>21:11 - "Raphael's cherubs." Painted by the legendary turtle-inspiring Renaissance painter <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raphael" target="_blank">Raffaello Sanzio di Urbino</a>, aka Raphael. You know the ones:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sistine_Madonna#/media/File:Sanzio,_Raffaello_-_Putti_(Madonna_Sistina)_-_1512-1513.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1108" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5kA6LvT-D5SjUrkyBYViTiKLrmAPjYyVGxyOKIBctDw2iVbHpWiTLk0ySXiFttrDa0yFobntK1QIAOciUfWfCYEBBykfXUoFgoCGP2DR2ussBcaBJDNjNrV2VrvsZUeJ2aVsUIpiS13cx/w400-h278/Sanzio%252C_Raffaello_-_Putti_%2528Madonna_Sistina%2529_-_1512-1513.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>What I somehow never really realized is that these cherubs are just a fairly small detail of a much larger work called the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sistine_Madonna" target="_blank">Sistine Madonna</a>, commissioned by Pope Julius II in 1512 for the church of San Sisto, Piacenza. 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Throwing rice, of course, is a tradition that modern people have likely at least heard of, even if it has fallen out of favor in recent years. (No, it <a href="https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/against-the-grain/" target="_blank">won't make birds explode</a>. They don't exactly cook the grain they eat in the wild, after all.) Anyway, grain has long been a symbol of prosperity and fertility in many cultures, so it makes some sort of sense. But what's this with the old shoes? That's a new one on me, but <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=VYMZAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA258&lpg=PA258&dq=%22james+e+crombie%22+%22Shoe-Throwing+at+Weddings%22&source=bl&ots=VXbW25Lmsz&sig=lfbD4hro_2sk3nfidAT-woXDhrk&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CB8Q6AEwAGoVChMI0oSz6padxwIVwW4-Ch3-gA1E#v=onepage&q=%22james%20e%20crombie%22%20%22Shoe-Throwing%20at%20Weddings%22&f=false" target="_blank">apparently</a> it was indeed a thing in Victorian times, especially in England and associated areas. You can read a whole 24-page treatise from 1895 on the possible origins of the custom, including theories that it was a call back to when the woman's family would back against the man capturing and running off with her, that it's a symbol of the "authority" over the woman transferring from her father to the groom, and that it came from a general ritual of luck symbolizing the transference of "life" from one person to another. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, this custom eventually turned into tying shoes to the back of their carriages, presumably to cut down on bruises, then onto their automobiles once they became a thing, and then it seems that Americans decided they'd rather keep their shoes and <a href="https://thenewswheel.com/why-do-we-fasten-tin-cans-to-the-newlyweds-car-bumper/" target="_blank">started tying cans to the cars instead</a>, a custom which I HAVE heard of, or at least seen in old cartoons.</div><div><br /></div><div>25:19 - "apple-pie order." This naturally just means that things are in neat and precise order, but the <a href="https://culinarylore.com/food-history:origin-of-apple-pie-order/" target="_blank">origins of the phrase are murky</a>. The first recorded use of it was in the 1780 journal of a sailor named Thomas Pasley, where he wrote that the sailors had to be "clean and in apple-pie order on Sundays." It could be as simple as referring to the steps of making a pie, or pies stacked on shelves in a shop, or it could be a corruption of a French phrase like <i>nappe-pliée</i>, referring to neatly folded napkins, or <i>cap-à-pie</i>, meaning "head to foot."</div><div><br /></div><div>25:39 - "long, long thoughts." This is part of <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2017/01/avonlea15-16.html">another</a> Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poem, this one called "<a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44640/my-lost-youth" target="_blank">My Lost Youth</a>." The poem reflects on Longfellow's youth growing up in Portland, Maine, and each of the ten stanzas ends with the refrain "A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."</div><div><br /></div><div>27:47 - "guerdon." <a href="https://www.dictionary.com/browse/guerdon?s=t" target="_blank">A reward</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>28:12 - "durance." An <a href="https://www.dictionary.com/browse/durance" target="_blank">archaic form</a> of "endurance" which also meant "imprisonment" or "confinement."</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>And that's it! It only took us just shy of five years, but we've finally finished <i>Anne of Avonlea</i>. Next up with be a Short Story Interlude, and then a brand new book. Thanks for listening!</div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><br /><div><br /><i>If you would like to read along, the text can be found at <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/47/47-h/47-h.htm">Project Gutenberg</a>. No reading ahead, though!</i></div>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037365210815669475.post-9693719205188014872020-06-01T15:27:00.001-04:002020-06-04T22:57:16.085-04:00Anne of Avonlea, Chapters Twenty-Seven and Twenty-EightIn which Miss Lavendar is sad and becomes increasingly attached to Paul, and the romantic ending to her story begins to come into focus, much to Anne's delight.<br />
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AAAH, look how cute this one is! Published by <a href="https://sweetcherrypublishing.com/" target="_blank">Sweet Cherry Publishing</a> in 2018, with cover and illustrations by <a href="https://www.instagram.com/elenaillustration/" target="_blank">Elena Distefano</a>. This is another oddly rare one to show an actual scene from the book, in this case Anne's <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2020/04/avonlea19-20.html">embarrassing introduction to a famous author</a>, when she was in kerchief and an old dress for cleaning and had just been changing the feathers in a mattress, oh and had accidentally turned her nose red. Ms. Distefano apparently decided to leave out the dyed nose, which admittedly would have looked rather odd and off-putting on a completely out-of-context cover. As it is, Anne just looks adorably flustered, and I love her.<br />
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5:50 - "fish days." Davy's talking about days where you "fast" by eating fish instead of meat, as Catholics used to do every Friday, and as several religions still do every Friday of Lent. It's established in the first book that the Cuthberts are Presbyterian and as near as I can tell they never had the "every Friday" rule, so he's likely just talking about various days of religious observation.</div>
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7:24 - "grow like pigweed in the night." "Pigweed" can apparently refer to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pigweed" target="_blank">any of a number</a> of different weedy plants that have been used as pig feed, but I'm pretty sure this is probably referring to <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amaranthus_retroflexus" target="_blank">Amaranthus retroflexus</a></i>. </div>
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9:25 - "flourish like green bay trees." This is a reference to <a href="https://biblehub.com/psalms/37-35.htm" target="_blank">Psalm 37:35</a>, which reads in the King James Bible as "I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree." It's apparently more correctly translated as something like "a tree in its native soil." It didn't originally refer to any specific type of tree, but translations usually go with the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laurus_nobilis" target="_blank">bay laurel</a>, an evergreen tree (thus, flourishing all year round) whose leaves were used to make the ancient Greek and Roman laurel wreaths and crowns and which, I am only just now learning, is the plant that the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bay_leaf">bay leaf</a> comes from. Huh.</div>
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13:28 - "blue pills." This is vague enough that it could mean just about anything, but there's a good chance Miss Lavendar is referring to the medicine known as "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_mass" target="_blank">blue mass,</a>" a — yikes — <i>mercury-based</i> medicine of the time that was prescribed for everything from syphilis to constipation to toothache to childbirth pains to tuberculosis. Miss Lavendar is probably talking about how it was also prescribed for melancholia (now known as "depression.") In fact, Abe Lincoln <a href="http://faculty.washington.edu/chudler/linc.html" target="_blank">supposedly</a> took it for just that reason, though of course he eventually died due to a different sort of heavy-metal poisoning altogether.</div>
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14:28 - "pelican of the wilderness." This is another Psalms reference, this one to <a href="https://biblehub.com/psalms/102-6.htm" target="_blank">Psalm 102:6</a>, part of a prayer outlining how miserable and wretched the supplicant is: "I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert" (KJV, again.) Once again it's <a href="https://www.biblestudytools.com/commentaries/treasury-of-david/psalms-102-6.html" target="_blank">unclear</a> what specific birds are being referred to here, with other translations going with some variety of owl. Regardless, it's some sort of solitary bird in the desert, or wilderness, or ruins, or wasteland. Basically the antithesis of Anne Shirley in a strawberry patch.</div>
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19:18 - "vine and fig tree." Another Biblical reference, though not Psalms this time. A version of the phrase is actually used three times: <a href="https://biblehub.com/micah/4-4.htm" target="_blank">Micah 4:4</a>, <a href="https://biblehub.com/1_kings/4-25.htm" target="_blank">1 Kings 4:25</a>, and <a href="https://biblehub.com/zechariah/3-10.htm" target="_blank">Zechariah 3:10</a>, all of them basically referring to the simple joy of living on your own land.</div>
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28:52 - "capital of Afghanistan." Ooh, I know this one! It's <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kabul" target="_blank">Kabul</a>!</div>
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28:54 - "dates of the Wars of the Roses." Ooh, I definitely do not know this one! They're apparently May 22, 1455 - June 16, 1487. The <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wars_of_the_Roses" target="_blank">Wars of the Roses,</a> incidentally, were a war between rival factions of the House of Plantagenet, the Yorks and the Lancasters, who both claimed the throne of England. They basically wiped each other out, ending with the Lancastrian Henry Tudor killing off Yorkie Richard III in the Battle of Bosworth, then taking the crown as Henry VII and marrying Elizabeth of York, uniting the houses (more or less) and creating the new House of Tudor. I'm sure there are some nuances I'm missing, but I got the dates and so am one up on Anne's students.</div>
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29:20 - "organdy." <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Organdy" target="_blank">Organdy</a> is a thin, semi-sheer, plain weave cotton fabric. It's best known as a stiff fabric used for curtains and petticoats, but there was also a soft version of it used for dresses.</div>
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29:49 - "Foreign Missions." Presumably, Miss Lavendar means she donated to the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Missionary" target="_blank">missionaries</a> in the church who would go to foreign countries.</div>
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31:39 - "burst flower-like into rosy bloom." This is from the 1866 poem <i><a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/20226/20226-h/20226-h.htm" target="_blank">Snow-Bound: A Winter Idyl</a></i>, by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Greenleaf_Whittier" target="_blank">John Greenleaf Whittier.</a> Whittier was a Quaker, and best known for his work and writings as an abolitionist. Abolition thankfully and by necessity went out of favor after the Civil War, at which point he wrote <i>Snow-Bound</i>, his most successful work. It's a long narrative poem, framed as a series of stories told by a family while snowed in. The quote in question is describing how the "old, rude-fashioned room" they are in lights up when the hearth-fire is lit.</div>
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38:00 - "Prince Charming." Okay, obviously you all know what this means, the stock fairy-tale prince who exists solely to rescue the heroine and provide her with a happily-ever-after marriage. Most famously, the princes in <i>Sleeping Beauty</i>, <i>Snow White</i>, and <i>Cinderella</i> fit the bill. But it did get me to wondering where the specific term came from. Not Disney, of course, since <i>Anne of Avonlea</i> predates any of his works by decades. Arguably, it indirectly grew from two tales by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madame_d%27Aulnoy" target="_blank">Madame d'Aulnoy</a> written in the 1600s: <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Story_of_Pretty_Goldilocks" target="_blank">The Story of Pretty Goldilocks</a> </i>(no, not <i>that</i> Goldilocks) in which the hero's name was <i>Avenant</i> ("Fine" or "Beautiful" in French), and <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Blue_Bird_(fairy_tale)" target="_blank">The Blue Bird</a></i>, in which the hero was <i>Le roi Charmant</i> ("The Charming King.") When Andrew Lang published these stories in the 1890s in his <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lang%27s_Fairy_Books" target="_blank"><i>Blue</i> and <i>Green Fairy Books</i></a>, respectively, he translated the names to "Charming" and "King Charming."</div>
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Close, but those guys aren't princes! It seems that the first known use of the exact term "Prince Charming" is in, of all places, the 1890 novel <i><a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/174/174-h/174-h.htm" target="_blank">The Picture of Dorian Gray</a></i> by Oscar Wilde. It's what the doomed actress Sibyl calls Dorian as he courts her. It's interesting that this first use of the term is already deconstructed and ironic, as (spoilers) Dorian is not exactly the hero of the tale, and certainly does not deliver a happily-ever-after to Sibyl.</div>
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The companion piece to this poem is "<a href="http://www.dartmouth.edu/~milton/reading_room/penseroso/text.shtml" target="_blank">Il Penseroso</a>," or "The Melancholy Man," a structurally identical poem where the writer dismisses all joy from his mind and hails an unnamed goddess of Melancholy. So. . . not so much Anne Shirley, except maybe in her more dramatic moments.</div>
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<br /> This was an extra-long installment — these end chapters are getting long, so it's either an extra-short installment with one chapter or an extra-long one with two — and thus has a goodly number of notes. Try to keep up!<br /><br />4:16 - "as neat as if she had just stepped out of the proverbial bandbox." A bandbox is another term for a hatbox, and this was indeed an <a href="https://www.lexico.com/definition/bandbox" target="_blank">idiom of the time</a> for when someone looked especially fresh and neat.<div><br /></div><div>4:56 - "Fair Unknown." Mrs. Harrison here is being compared to a <a href="https://d.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/theme/fair-unknown" target="_blank">figure from Arthurian legend</a>, and unknown young man of questionable lineage who just shows up in court one day demanding to be knighted. He's usually knighted quickly, but then has to prove his worth, and it's also usually discovered that he's actually a relative of Gawain's and thus of Arthur himself.</div><div><br /></div><div>6:34 - "such stuff as dreams are made of." While at this point this quote might be better known from its <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kk3Xvw7jn0" target="_blank">famous use</a> in the 1941 movie of <i>The Maltese Falcon</i>, Sam Spade is quoting Prospero from Shakespeare's <i>The Tempest </i>(Act 4, scene 1). <a href="https://www.enotes.com/shakespeare-quotes/we-such-stuff-dreams-made" target="_blank">Prospero's speech</a> follows him ending a play-within-a-play, but it's okay because none of it was real anyway, the actors "were all spirits, and are melted into air, into thin air" — oh yes, this is where "into thin air" comes from — but the real world is "like the baseless fabric of this vision," everything ends, life is insubstantial. "We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with sleep." I won't blame Anne too badly for getting the last word wrong ("of" instead of "on"); it feels more natural so it's a common change, and she had just had quite a shock after all. </div><div><br /></div><div>7:58 - "Mrs. Lynde rushed in where Anne had feared to tread." This is of course a reference to the well-known idiom "fools rush in where angels fear to tread," but I was unaware that this is <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2020/04/avonlea19-20.html">yet</a> <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2020/04/avonlea23-24.html">another</a> from our friend Alexander Pope, this time from his <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/An_Essay_on_Criticism" target="_blank">Essay on Criticism</a>, </i>which also supplied us with "to err is human, to forgive divine" and, if you cast your memory back to our reading of <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2013/10/greengables30-33.html"><i>Anne of Green Gables</i> chapter 31</a>, "a little learning is a dangerous thing."</div><div><br /></div><div>14:23 - "pattern housekeeper." This was kind of a hard one to track down, as the phrase is just specific enough to make it seem like it's an actual reference, but vague enough that searches pull up all sort of other unrelated stuff. It seems to be using the word "pattern" in the sense of a model, or something to be imitated, as context clearly shows that it means a very scrupulous housekeeper. I did find a <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=ArUqAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA114&lpg=PA114&dq=%22pattern+housekeeping%22&source=bl&ots=ZOCXyKz2Mi&sig=ACfU3U112gtkHwyjBTRuS4Ra-M9fjZNJ3g&hl=en&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwilgK2Mu7rpAhU2oHIEHYtRDfAQ6AEwDnoECAgQAQ#v=onepage&q=%22pattern%20housekeeping%22&f=false" target="_blank">semi-satirical article</a> on the concept by Mrs. N. T. Munroe in "The Ladies Repository," volume 19, from 1851. It definitely makes it clear that "pattern housekeeping" was A Thing that existed, but still have no idea where the term came from, if indeed anyone knows.</div><div><br /></div><div>23:46 - Roses red and vi'lets blue, / Sugar's sweet, and so are you." Okay, Davy, you're following up Alexander Pope and Shakespeare, you need to step up your game. This was trite even for a seven-year-old in the 1870s(?) I know everyone here knows it, but you may not know that <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roses_Are_Red" target="_blank">it goes back</a> at least to a 1784 collection of nursery rhymes, and arguably as far back as Edmund Spencer's <i>The Faerie Queene</i> from 1590 with the lines:</div><div><br /></div><div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew,</i></div></blockquote></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>And all the sweetest flowres, that in the forrest grew. </i></div></div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div>35:26 - "airy silver." This description of moonlight comes from Anne's old friend, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, who we just ran into <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2020/04/avonlea21-22.html">a few chapters ago</a>. It's from his poem "<a href="https://www.telelib.com/authors/T/TennysonAlfred/verse/englishidyls/audleycourt.html" target="_blank">Audley Court</a>," published in the same <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poems_(Tennyson,_1842)" target="_blank">1842 collection of poetry</a> that contained "The Lady of Shalott," which you surely remember from when it <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2013/10/greengables27-28.html">stranded Anne in the middle of a river.</a> Anyway, the pertinent bit goes like this:</div><div><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div><i>...but ere the night we rose</i></div><div><i>and saunter'd home beneath a moon, that, just</i></div><div><i>In crescent, dimly rain'd about the leaf</i></div><div><i>Twilights of airy silver, till we reach'd</i></div><div><i>The limits of the hills...</i></div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div>38:37 - "sitting Turk-fashion." According to the Wikipedia article on "Sitting," <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sitting" target="_blank">which is a real thing that exists</a>, this is just an slightly old-fashioned and primarily European term for "sitting cross-legged on the floor;" what Americans of my generation and older usually called "Indian style," and which is now generally called "criss-cross applesauce" in the schools I go to.</div><div><br /></div><div>44:04 - "mash." Ruby Gillis's new "mash" probably means a new crush she has (indeed, the two words are both used in this context <a href="https://www.etymonline.com/word/masher" target="_blank">for similar reasons</a>, though only "crush" has really survived to present), but could potentially go the other direction, meaning a new admirer. For those who, like me, love old movies from the '30s-'50s, it's related to the terms "masher," or a guy constantly trying to pick up women, and "mash note," or love letter.</div><div>
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7:13 - "Some are born old maids, some achieve old maidenhood, and some have maidenhood thrust upon them." This is a parody of the well-known Shakespearean quote from <a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/twelfth_night/full.html"><i>Twelfth Night</i></a>: "Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them." It's said by the character <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malvolio">Malvolio</a>, pompous steward to the wealthy countess Olivia. He reads it from a letter that he believes to be from her but is actually from several of the secondary characters, who wrote the letter as a prank to make him think Olivia was in love with him. This specific portion is where "Olivia" is assuring him that he need not worry that she so outranks him, and not to be afraid of the greatness that is most definitely now coming his way. In fact, he should start acting like he's already a nobleman and no longer a servant! (Spoilers: it does not go well for Malvolio.)<br /><br />15:35 - "A Prophet in His Own Country." The title of Chapter 24 is a reference to a Biblical quote that appears <a href="https://biblehub.com/matthew/13-57.htm">in</a> <a href="https://biblehub.com/mark/6-4.htm">all</a> <a href="https://biblehub.com/luke/4-24.htm">four</a> <a href="https://biblehub.com/john/4-44.htm">Gospels</a>. The wording is different depending on the Gospel and the translation, but he basically says that a prophet may be accepted anywhere other than his own country. No one is going to accept that you're the Son of God (or can accurately predict the weather) when they know your parents, and your siblings, and remember you as a snot-nosed kid, and bought their furniture from you last week. <br /><br />16:32 - "hymeneal altar." "<a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/hymeneal">Hymeneal</a>" is an archaic word that means "having to do with weddings." It <a href="https://www.etymonline.com/word/hymeneal">comes from</a> the Greek god of weddings, Hymen, and is <a href="https://www.etymonline.com/word/Hymen">apparently unrelated</a> to the anatomical word "hymen," despite its socially-constructed associations with "purity" on the wedding night. Seriously, people with hymens are not "sealed for freshness" like vacuum-packed lunchmeat. That's not a real thing.<br /><br />26:07 - "how potent [the currant wine] was Anne, in her earlier days, had had all too good reason to know." In case you forgot when Anne accidentally <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2013/10/greengables16-17.html">got Diana drunk</a> on "raspberry cordial."<br /><br />28:15 - "Ginger’s gay dead body." I honestly thought this was a typo and supposed to be "gray dead body," because I suppose I had it in my head that Ginger was an <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grey_parrot">African grey parrot</a>. But no, it's like that on Gutenberg as well, so presumably it means that Ginger was a brightly-colored parrot like a macaw, and not that his dead body was especially happy or festive.<br /><br />30:57 - "there was yet balm in Gilead." Another Biblical reference. The <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balm_of_Gilead">Balm of Gilead</a> was a perfume/resin from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gilead">a region</a> that is now part of the country of Jordan. It was used medicinally and is mentioned in that context several times in the Bible. Most famously (and pertinently for Davy here) is in <a href="https://biblehub.com/jeremiah/8-22.htm">Jeremiah 8:22</a>, where the prophet laments the fate of his people:<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">
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Greetings, quarantinos! Today we meet Miss Lavendar Lewis, who was mentioned by Rachel Lynde waaaaaaay back in <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2015/07/avonlea1-2.html">Chapter One</a> (which I read to you almost, uh, five years ago) when she told Anne about Paul Irving coming to the school, and how his father (now widowed) had been engaged to Miss Lavendar but they split up for reasons unknown. I'm sure none of this will be important at all!<br />
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Oh, and I fully realize that I am misspelling "lavender" here, but that's how it's spelled in the book, both for her name and when talking about the actual plant. It's like this in both my paperback and in the <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/47/47-h/47-h.htm">Project Gutenberg version</a>, so it doesn't appear to just be an issue with the typesetting of my edition, nor can I find any evidence that this is some sort of "old-fashioned" spelling that Montgomery might have been using, so I guess maybe it's just a mistake that has somehow been carried through for over a century? And no one has wanted to fix it because, like me, they don't want to just change the spelling of a character's name? And they kept the spelling for the plant to, I don't know, make it less obvious? Anyway, I'll spell it correctly if I talk about the plant, but I'll retain the spelling for her name because. . . well, it's her name.<br />
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Our cover this time is from an Australian edition from 1955, published by Angus & Robertson (the same folks who did that <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2017/01/avonlea15-16.html">fourth-wall-breaking cover from the '80s</a>), and I am once again unable to find the artist's name. This one is interesting because it is, I think, the only one I've found that specifically features Paul Irving, despite the rather large part he plays in this particular volume. At least, I assume it's him. I can't think what other young boy might be walking alongside Anne, both carrying school items, while holding a small bouquet and staring up with a dreamy (one might almost say "vacant") expression.) Anyway, it's pretty enough, not wildly inaccurate, and applies to this specific book, so well done!<br />
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19:25 - "horns of elfland." This comes from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred%2C_Lord_Tennyson">Alfred, Lord Tennyson</a>, who you may remember from when Anne and her friends <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2013/10/greengables27-28.html">reenacted</a> his telling of the story of the Lady of Shalott back in <i>Anne of Green Gables</i>, with hilarious results. This particular one comes from his poem "<a href="https://poets.org/poem/splendor-falls">The Splendor Falls</a>," which describes a sunset he saw over a waterfall in the mountains of Ireland. Go and read it; it's lovely and quite short.<br />
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24:51 - "Kerrenhappuch." <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keren-happuch">Keren-happuch</a> was an exceedingly minor character in the Bible. Remember the delightful story of Job? Where Job was a pious and righteous man, and Satan bet God that he was only so righteous because he had a comfy life and enjoyed God's protection, so God let Satan ruin Job's life by killing off his wife and children, financially ruining him, and stealing his health? And Job refused to get angry at God for his misfortunes, just accepting that it was all God's will while despairing that he did not know why? And God rewards his faith by healing him, giving him even more wealth than he had before, a brand-new wife, and seven new sons and three new daughters who were said to be the most beautiful women in the land? Yeah, Keren-happuch was the youngest of those daughters. Her name means "horn of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kohl_(cosmetics)">kohl</a>," so a container of eyeliner, I guess? It's unclear whether Diana was referencing her directly or just picked a weird name that happened to have a Biblical origin, as <a href="https://www.ncpedia.org/monument/kerrenhappuch-turner">other people</a> <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7269517/kerrenhappuch-friend">have indeed</a> <a href="https://www.wikitree.com/wiki/Gorsuch-94">been called that</a>, and it seems as though it would have been an egregiously old-fashioned name even then.<br />
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Hi-ho, everyone! I hope you're all holding up well, staying home as much as possible and being careful if and when you must leave. Let's escape back into Avonlea for a bit, shall we?<br />
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25:38 - "help Mr. Harrison haul dulse." I really expected this to be some sort of grain, but apparently it's a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palmaria_palmata">type of red seaweed</a> that's been harvested for food for centuries in Ireland, Iceland, the northeastern US, and the Atlantic coast of Canada (which is, of course, where Prince Edward Island is.) Oh, and fun fact in case you didn't know: seaweed is not a plant, but is actually a type of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Algae">algae</a>.<br />
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35:22 - "forced to content herself with her black lawn." <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lawn_cloth">Lawn</a> in this context is a type of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plain_weave">plain weave</a> linen, simple and fairly hard-wearing, but not as coarse and cheap as (say) <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2013/09/greengables1-2.html">wincey</a>.<br />
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37:54 - "feast of reason and flow of soul." Anne here is quoting the great 18th-century English poet <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Pope">Alexander Pope</a>, from his <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Pope">Imitations of Horace</a>. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horace">Horace</a>, in turn, was a 1st century CE Roman lyric poet whose works were very popular with Neoclassical writers like Pope. A popular thing for many of these writers to do was to translate classical works like Horaces <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satires_(Horace)">Satires</a> </i>but update the cultural references, thus satirizing things in the present day in an imitation of the satires of 1800 years prior. Anyway, that's what Pope was doing here, and he used the phrase Anne quoted to describe congenial conversation.<br />
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Yes, yes, I know it's been a long, LONG time since my last recording, and even long since I started this book (coming up on five years!), but right now I feel we could all use a little something to keep ourselves occupied, and that's as good an excuse as any.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkHqQaLv4ZMqJdkc0bM5RmiVspfefag7624iWAQQDn-RwvFCGfN8vkpVylLuvq1qzJCLnHSgOYKU3YA-bJjJihur_KedSBI4hZzv3zNwOtt03-F5Bhx6bOLCfJp0mFCjlLmbwh7MxdOy5/s1600/Puffin+Classics%252C+1995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="312" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkHqQaLv4ZMqJdkc0bM5RmiVspfefag7624iWAQQDn-RwvFCGfN8vkpVylLuvq1qzJCLnHSgOYKU3YA-bJjJihur_KedSBI4hZzv3zNwOtt03-F5Bhx6bOLCfJp0mFCjlLmbwh7MxdOy5/s320/Puffin+Classics%252C+1995.jpg" width="199" /></a>Anyway, cover! We've got this <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/823588" target="_blank">1997 edition</a> published by Penguin Classics. This is a nice one because it's one of the very few that depicts an actual scene from the novel, instead of some <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2017/01/avonlea15-16.html">generic</a>, <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2016/01/avonlea14.html">baffling</a>, or <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2015/11/avonlea8-9.html">vaguely terrifying</a> picture of a girl who could conceivably be Anne (<a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2015/11/avonlea6-7.html">or not</a>). This artist (whose name was not listed in the copyright info inside the book, boo, credit your artists) <i>clearly</i> read the book, or was at least given <i>very</i> clear instruction from someone who did.<br />
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4:22 - "antimacassars." I could swear I'd covered this one at some point already, but search is coming up empty. Anyway, the cloths (often lacy, frilly, and/or embroidered) which are draped over the headrests and sometimes arms of chairs? Those are <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antimacassar">antimacassars</a>. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macassar_oil">Macassar hair oil</a> (so called because its ingredients were supposedly purchased at the port city of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Makassar">Makassar</a> in the Dutch East Indies, now Indonesia) was extremely popular among Western Europeans throughout pretty much the entire 19th century, but it had a tendency to transfer to and stain fabric, so <i>anti</i>macassars were put on chairs to prevent that from happening. You still see them on chairs that get high usage, like on buses, trains, and planes.<br />
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4:46 - "a great blue bowlful of snowballs." This most likely refers to <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydrangea_arborescens">Hydrangea aborescens</a></i>, alternatively known as the smooth hydrangea, wild hydrangea, sevenbark, or snowball bush.<br />
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4:55 - "Every shelf of the what-not. . ." You know those spindly little freestanding shelves? They're like end tables, but with multiple levels, and each shelf is maybe six inches across, and it's only really good for holding knick-knacky little crap? That's a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What-not">what-not</a>.<br />
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6:26 - "bread sauce." Maybe this is a common thing in some areas and I just haven't heard about it, but in case you're in the same boat: this is basically what you would think, a type of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bread_sauce">milk-based sauce/gravy that is thickened with bread crumbs</a>, typically served with fowl.<br />
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8:42 - "her namesake in the Bluebeard story peered from the tower casement." This is, obviously, a reference to the story of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bluebeard">Bluebeard</a>, in which a young wife disobeys her new husband's orders not to look in a specific locked room, even though he gives her a key, and finds the remains of all his <i>previous</i> wives. In the <a href="https://www.pitt.edu/~dash/perrault03.html">Charles Perrault version of the story</a>, the unnamed bride sends her sister, Anne, up to the top of the tower to keep a lookout for their brothers coming to save her.<br />
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9:22 - "twenty dollars." I can't find US-Canada exchange rates <a href="https://www.measuringworth.com/datasets/exchangeglobal/">past 1913</a>, but it seems to have held roughly steady at 1-1 for pretty much that whole time, so I'll go ahead and say that it was probably equal to about 20 US dollars at the time. Using various <a href="https://data.bls.gov/cgi-bin/cpicalc.pl?cost1=20&year1=191301&year2=202002">inflation</a> <a href="https://westegg.com/inflation/">calculators</a> for roughly the time the story takes place (1880s?) and the time it was written (early 1900s), it looks like that's somewhere between $500 and $600 today, and the $25 that Anne eventually shells out for it is more like $700, which, WOW, sounds about right for rich old Aunt Josephine, but sounds a bit much for Anne to have been able to actually cover, so maybe my calculations are off somehow.<br />
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23:04 - "over the mountains of the moon / down the valley of the shadow." These lines come from the 1849 poem "<a href="https://poets.org/poem/eldorado">Eldorado</a>," by Edgar Allan Poe. It's about a knight looking for and failing to find the famous city of gold. It was one of Poe's last poems before he died, and written at least in part about the 1849 gold rush. And, if I am interpreting these specific lines right, Anne is basically telling young Davy that "sleep" is in the land of the dead. Dark.<br />
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26:36 - "jumping on the spare room bed. . . I must refer them to Anne's earlier history." This of course refers to the events of <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2013/10/greengables18-19.html">Chapter 19</a> of <i>Anne of Green Gables</i>, where Anne and Diana accidentally jump on old Miss Barry, thinking the bed she was in was empty.<br />
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36:12 - "<i>Do</i> send it to the <i>Canadian Woman</i>." This sounds like a magazine or periodical of some sort, but I can't find any that were ever called that, so perhaps it's made up?<br />
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38:25 - "cowcumbers." This is a very old name for cucumbers, apparently considered hopelessly old-fashioned <a href="http://languagehat.com/cowcumber/">even back in the 1830s</a>. Its use here -- and the scare quotes around it when it's repeated in the narration -- is presumably to mark Miss Copp as a particularly rustic and uneducated person (as does her saying that "I didn't know men were so skurse."<br />
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Hey, remember me? Been a long time! Almost exactly a year to be specific, after which an escape back to Avonlea — which, apropos of nothing, is in Canada — is sounding <i>really good</i>.<br />
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8:35 - "How fair the realm / Imagination opens to the view." All right, I am totally drawing a blank on where this quotation comes from. All the sources I can find list Ms. Montgomery as its author, though it's clearly formatted as a quotation in the text. Moreover, Montgomery has quoted this more than once: in a <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=2-TN7QVOQuEC&pg=PA27&dq=%22How+fair+the+realm+Imagination+opens+to+the+view%22&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjAwNWMwcrRAhXE4yYKHZaxAIc4ChDoAQgxMAQ#v=onepage&q=%22How%20fair%20the%20realm%20Imagination%20opens%20to%20the%20view%22&f=false" target="_blank">1903 diary entry</a> (six year before <i>Anne of Avonlea</i> was published and <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=otExu-UUgsIC&pg=PA148&dq=%22How+fair+the+realm+Imagination+opens+to+the+view%22&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiYmfuWwMrRAhWC4CYKHUplBdQQ6AEITjAJ#v=onepage&q=%22How%20fair%20the%20realm%20Imagination%20opens%20to%20the%20view%22&f=false" target="_blank">in a 1927 letter</a>, for instance, each time clearly delineated with quotation marks. Looking for only part of the phrase (in case she's paraphrasing) gets the same results. Anyone else have any ideas?<br />
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8:55 - "east o' the sun, west o' the moon." Oh good, this one's easy. This is from a <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/503/503-h/503-h.htm#link2H_4_0003" target="_blank">Norwegian folk tale of the same name</a>, where the title refers to the impossible-to-find location of the troll castle the heroine's husband was spirited away to. Also her husband was a bear. I think I may actually read this as our next Short Story Interlude, if only to tell you the personal connection I have with it and explain one of my more esoteric tags.<br />
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11:31 - "Not failure but low aim is crime." Helpfully, Mrs. Allan partly sources this one herself, attributing it to "Lowell." This turns out to be the American Romantic poet <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Russell_Lowell" target="_blank">James Russell Lowell</a> (1819-1891), from his poem "<a href="http://www.bartleby.com/400/poem/1451.html" target="_blank">For an Autograph</a>." The whole line reads<br />
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Which, FINE, I've already started recording again, sheesh. Quit bugging me, Lowell.<br />
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25:50 - "In the elder days of art / Builders wrought with greatest care / Each minute and unseen part / For the gods see everywhere" Ah, again helpfully sourced in the text! This is from "The Builders," by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Wadsworth_Longfellow" target="_blank">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a> in his 1850 collection <i>The Seaside and the Fireside</i> (the "Fireside" portion, in case you're curious). Longfellow, incidentally, was part of the group of 19-century New England poets called the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireside_Poets" target="_blank">Fireside Poets</a>, which also included James Russell Lowell. Montgomery had certain preferences.<br />
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Oh, and you may have noticed that I've switched over to hosting my books on SoundCloud! This means you can more easily stream them to your phone through their handy app, where they're already helpfully parceled out into their own playlists. You can find all of my stuff <a href="https://soundcloud.com/robreads" target="_blank">here</a>, where you can also favorite, make comments, subscribe, etc. At some point I'll go back and update all the old posts with the new embedded player.<br />
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Welcome back! I hope everyone had a good holiday season. We're diving back into Avonlea with the drama of aesthetically displeasing advertisements. No notes this time around, so we'll just have this installment's cover, from Aladdin Classics in 2005:<br />
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This has what appears to be an actual vintage photograph, which works fine as it's at least roughly the right time period and age to be Anne. I am curious, though, as to what exactly is going on with her left hand there. Is it just me, or is that handbag rather blatantly photoshopped in? Why is her hand in such an awkward position? Is that photoshopped too? Why would they do either of those things? Why is the bag flying up like that? Is she supposed to have just moved her forearm up very quickly for some reason that the rest of her body is unaware of? Is it just about to whap her in the face? I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT'S HAPPENING.<br />
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<i>If you would like to read along, the text can be found at <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/47/47-h/47-h.htm" target="_blank">Project Gutenberg</a>. No reading ahead, though!</i> Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037365210815669475.post-9684075607830887992015-12-07T21:00:00.000-05:002019-10-15T23:34:48.179-04:00Anne of Avonlea, Chapters Twelve and ThirteenIn which Anne has a very cranky day and finds her personal educational philosophy slipping, but then celebrates a pseudo-birthday by exploring the countryside and learning a terribly tragic story; and in which our narrator wonders whatever happened to Anne's toothache, because she should really get that checked out, seriously now.<br />
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10:56 - "by what somebody has called 'a Herculaneum effort.'" <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herculaneum" target="_blank">Herculaneum</a> was an ancient Roman city that was, like the more famous Pompeii, buried by the eruption of Mount Vesuvius in 79 CE. It was wealthier than Pompeii, and actually better preserved, containing organic remains like wood, food, beds, and even skeletons. The destruction of Pompeii, though, was famously witnessed and described by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pliny_the_Younger" target="_blank">Pliny the Younger</a>, so it's distinctly the better-known.<br />
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Of course, that doesn't have much to do with this quote, which is a malaprop for the idiom "a Herculean effort." I'm not sure who the "somebody" is that Montgomery is attributing this phrase to, though. My best guess comes from an 1894 travelogue called <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=K-EOAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA632&dq=%22herculaneum+effort%22&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjMzP_ExsbJAhWCPD4KHXlpDQsQ6AEIKTAC#v=onepage&q=%22herculaneum%20effort%22&f=false" target="_blank"><i>Our Journey Around the World</i></a>, by Rev. Francis Clark and Harriet Clark, where the narrator says "with a Herculaneum effort, as Mrs. Partington would have said..." Mrs. Partington turns out to be a character created by American humorist <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Penhallow_Shillaber" target="_blank">B. P. Shillaber</a> in the 1850s who is described as an American Mrs. Malaprop (who, in turn, was from the play <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/24761/pg24761-images.html" target="_blank"><i>The Rivals</i></a> by Richard Brinsley Sheridan and who, of course, gave her name to the practice of humorously replacing one word for another, similar-sounding one). The texts the Mrs. Partington are from, though, don't appear to be readily available online, at least not in searchable form, and what I can find does not appear to use particular term. I found other people in the 1800s making this same malaprop, though, so maybe it was just a semi-common joke with no specific source.<br />
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12:58 - "plum puffs won't minister to a mind diseased" Ah, okay, this one's easy. Anne here is adapting a quote from <a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/macbeth/macbeth.5.3.html" target="_blank">Act V, Scene III of Shakespeare's <i>Macbeth:</i></a> <br />
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MACBETH: How does your patient, doctor?<br />
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DOCTOR: Not so sick, my lord, <br />
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies <br />
That keep her from rest.<br />
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MACBETH:
Cure her of that! <br />
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, <br />
Pluck
from the memory a rooted sorrow, <br />
Raze out the written troubles of the
brain, <br />
And with some sweet oblivious antidote <br />
Cleanse the stuffed bosom
of that perilous stuff <br />
Which weighs upon her heart.<br />
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DOCTOR: Therein the patient <br />
Must minister to himself.
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One should note that by quoting this, Anne is casting herself in the part of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Macbeth" target="_blank">Lady Macbeth</a>, guilt-ridden over the murder of King Duncan.<br />
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13:37 - "Every morn is a fresh beginning / Every morn is the world made new." Anne here is caroling the start of the poem "<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/49518/49518-h/49518-h.htm#Page_15" target="_blank">New Every Morning</a>," from the 1889 book <i>A Few More Verses</i> by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarah_Chauncey_Woolsey" target="_blank">Susan Coolidge</a> (1835-1905, real name Sarah Chauncey Woolsey, and also author of, of course, <i>Verses</i>). As far as I know, it was never set to music. If it ever was, it most certainly was not whatever travesty I saddled it with.<br />
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17:45 - "harrowing." A <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harrow_%28tool%29" target="_blank">harrow</a> is an agricultural tool made up of many spikes, discs, or tines which are dragged across plowed soil to smooth it out and break up large clump of dirt, giving it a finer and more finished appearance that is also better for seeding. This is also where the word "<a href="http://etymonline.com/index.php?allowed_in_frame=0&search=harrowing" target="_blank">harrowing</a>" comes from, as in "a harrowing experience." Because, well, imagine being dragged through <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Harrow#/media/File:Schijveneg.jpg" target="_blank">this sucker</a>.<br />
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18:17 - "Begone, dull care!" This comes from an <a href="http://www.readbookonline.net/readOnLine/24181/-" target="_blank">old English folk song</a> that dates back to at least the 1600s, and possibly earlier.<br />
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19:14 - "It would be too hot to hold some folks." ...yeah, no, I still have no idea what Jane is so "sagely quoting" here, if indeed anything.<br />
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20:21 - "elephant's ears." I'm not sure which of the various related plants referred to as "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elephant_ear" target="_blank">elephant ears</a>" they are referring to, but as far as I can tell none of them would be described as "graceful" or "feathery," or appropriate for "picking a big bunch," as they're primarily known for their very large, leathery, heart-shaped leaves rather than their flowers.<br />
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<i>If you would like to read along, the text can be found at <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/47/47-h/47-h.htm" target="_blank">Project Gutenberg</a>. No reading ahead, though!</i> Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037365210815669475.post-75461728868777186802015-12-02T21:00:00.000-05:002019-10-15T23:34:55.946-04:00Anne of Avonlea, Chapters Ten and ElevenIn which Davy makes a good deal of trouble due to not being brought up right, and Anne writes a letter to someone we don't care about relating numerous funny, strange, or creative things her students have said; and in which our narrator is pretty sure that if Anne were around today she'd totally have her own Tumblr.<br />
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12:59 - "asseverated." Man, the Pyes animadvert, Davy asseverates... Ms. Montgomery, I love you and I love your work, but you need to put down your thesaurus for a while. You can just say that Davy <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/asseverate" target="_blank">declared, or asserted, or stated earnestly</a> or something.<br />
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21:00 - "Thomas à Becket." AKA St. Thomas of Canterbury, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Becket" target="_blank">Thomas Becket</a> was the Archbishop of Canterbury during the reign of King Henry II in the twelfth century. Though the two had started out as friends, after his election to the archbishopship (... is that a word? That doesn't look right.) Becket had a bit of a change of heart and came into conflict with the king regarding the relative rights of the crown and the church. It got so bad between them that in 1170 Henry said... something. It's uncertain what, exactly, though tradition states it was "Who will rid me of this troublesome priest?" Whatever it was, it was interpreted (rightly or wrongly) by four of his knights as an order. They found Becket in Canterbury and demanded he come and account for himself. He refused, went in to say vespers, and they killed him. The Catholic and Anglican churches both venerate him as a martyr and a saint.<br />
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You might notice something missing from the above account, though: the "à." It's not actually part of his name, and no one's entirely sure why people sometime in the 1600s or so started putting it in there. Some say it was in imitation of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_%C3%A0_Kempis" target="_blank">Thomas à Kempis</a> for some unknown reason. It doesn't even make sense in Becket's name, because it means "of" or "from" (so Kempis's name actually means "Thomas from Kempen," where Kempen was his hometown.) But Becket wasn't from anywhere named "Becket." One of those weird linguistic mysteries how it really got and stayed there for so long.<br />
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21:05 - "William Tyndale <i>wrote</i> the New Testament." <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Tyndale" target="_blank">Tyndale</a> was a 16th-century English scholar, best known for his <i>translation</i> of the Bible into English at a time when unauthorized English Bibles were against the laws of both the Church of England and England itself. His was also the first English Bible to work directly from Greek and Hebrew texts (rather than working from later translations into Latin), and the first to be printed on the printing press. He later went on to vocally disapprove of King Henry VIII's divorces. For these varied crimes, he was eventually convicted of heresy and burned at the stake. Well, strangled to death while tied to the stake, and then burned.<br />
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21:09 - "Claude White says a 'glacier' is a man who puts in window frames!" Claude White is of course looking for the word "<a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/glazier" target="_blank">glazier</a>."<br />
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22:32 - "carded rolls." <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carding" target="_blank">Carding</a> is a process of basically turning a raw, fibrous material like cotton or wool into a useful form by untangling the fibers, laying them out parallel to each other, and locking them together in a sort of web, using a sort of brush/comb called a card. This creates a sort of mat that can be pulled up off the card <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rolag" target="_blank">in rolls</a> that can then be used to spin out yarn.<br />
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Today's cover comes from the 2009 Puffin Classics relaunch and wow, does it kind of irrationally freak me out. I mean, is it just me or does it look like it was done in Microsoft Paint? It looks like I wasn't the only one not fond of it, because it seems like this (and the matching covers for the rest of the series) was pretty speedily replaced and is now rather hard to find.<br />
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2:25 - "dashboard." Okay, okay, obviously y'all know the word "dashboard" already, but it's possible you're wondering why it's being used in the context of a horse-drawn buggy. See, this is one of those words that has continued on long after its literal meaning has ceased to be relevant, sort of like how we still use an icon of a floppy disk to mean "save." When horses move quickly on dirt or gravel paths, their hooves would throw — or <i>dash</i> — muck up at the driver and passengers behind them in the cart or carriage or whatever. Thus, a <i>board</i> was placed at the front of the carriage to protect the riders.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A horse-drawn buggy, with a dashboard sticking up between the horse and the passengers.<br />
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When motorcars first came about, they were mostly made by the same people who made horse-drawn carriages and were pretty much just built with the same plans, only with an engine added.<br />
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By Unknown - advertisement (Gleanings in Bee Culture) [Public domain], <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3ASears_Model_L.JPG">via Wikimedia Commons</a></td></tr>
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Once it became standard to have the engine in the front, it was only natural that the dashboard remain to separate <i>it</i> from the passengers, as it once did the horses.<br />
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By Sicnag [<a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0">CC BY 2.0</a>], <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3A1909_Ford_Model_T_T1_Town_Car_(12703369904).jpg">via Wikimedia Commons</a></td></tr>
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People already knew "the barrier right in front of you when you're driving" as "the dashboard," so the name stuck around. It eventually became a handy and natural place to set things and locate controls and gauges and such, so that today "dashboard" is practically synonymous with "instrument panel," leading to things like the <a href="http://www.pcmag.com/encyclopedia/term/58571/mac-dashboard" target="_blank">Mac Dashboard</a>. Pretty far from horses kicking dirt into your face!<br />
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8:23 - "a 'prunes and prisms' mouth." This is a reference to the lesser-known Charles Dickens novel <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Dorrit" target="_blank"><i>Little Dorrit</i></a> (1857), where Mrs. General (a governess in all but name, hired to train the young heroines to become proper young ladies) teaches her charges to say this phrase to form their mouths into an attractive shape:<br />
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'Papa is a preferable mode of address,' observed Mrs General. 'Father is
rather vulgar, my dear. The word Papa, besides, gives a pretty form to the
lips. Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes, and prism are all very good words
for the lips: especially prunes and prism. You will find it serviceable,
in the formation of a demeanour, if you sometimes say to yourself in
company—on entering a room, for instance—Papa, potatoes,
poultry, prunes and prism, prunes and prism.'
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It thus became a byword for a prim and affected form of speaking.<br />
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14:13 - "coin-spot rug." Also known as a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penny_rug" target="_blank">penny rug</a>, these were made from small circular pieces of fabric, cut from scraps left over from clothing and such using coins as templates, sewn together to make a rug, mat, or decorative thingy.<br />
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26:42 - "animadverted." Well, this is a word I've never come across before! "<a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/animadvert" target="_blank">Animadvert</a>" just means to comment upon in a critical or unfavorable way.<br />
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1:38 - "All Sorts and Conditions of Men... and Women." The title of Chapter 5 is a reference to a line from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Book_of_Common_Prayer" target="_blank"><i>The Book of Common Prayer</i></a>, which (for those of us not in the Anglican Church) was a book that laid out prayers and services for specific occasions, like morning prayers, evening prayers, funerals, baptisms, etc. This line is from, appropriately enough, the "<a href="http://orderofcenturions.org/documents/sorts_and_conditions_of_men.html" target="_blank">Prayer for All Sorts and Conditions of Men</a>," which basically is a sort of all-purpose prayer for any in need of help.<br />
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2:47 - "Bliss is it on such a day to be alive." Anne of course properly attributes the source of her altered quotation to William Wordsworth. The poem specifically is the succinctly titled "<a href="http://www.bartleby.com/145/ww285.html" target="_blank">The French Revolution as It Appeared to Enthusiasts at Its Commencement</a>," and the actual line is "Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, / But to be young was very heaven!" Man, the French Revolution sounds amazing! Really though, I'll stick with the scent of fir.<br />
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8:22 - The "vale of tears" that Eliza insists on seeing the world as is an <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vale_of_tears" target="_blank">old Christian phrase</a> referring to the idea that the physical world is just a place full of sorrow and sadness that we leave behind when we go to heaven.<br />
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25:04 - "a fighting animal." This was a surprisingly tricky one to find out. The most famous quote defining man as a fighting animal is from George Santayana, where he says "Man is a fighting animal, his thoughts are his banners, and it is a failure of nerve in him if they are only thoughts." However, he said this in his book <a href="https://archive.org/stream/dialoguesinlimbo014715mbp/dialoguesinlimbo014715mbp_djvu.txt" target="_blank"><i>Dialogues in Limbo</i></a> which was published in 1925, well after <i>Anne of Avonlea</i>. Most other references, like Gilbert here, leave the source as "someone." Eventually though, through an <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=hBEEAAAAQAAJ&pg=PA404&dq=%22man+is+a+fighting+animal%22&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwji-bqkyKfJAhUMQiYKHeK2BUMQ6AEIIzAB#v=onepage&q=%22man%20is%20a%20fighting%20animal%22&f=false" target="_blank">1880 quoting</a> from "I believe the late Lord Palmerston." <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_John_Temple,_3rd_Viscount_Palmerston" target="_blank">Henry John Temple, 3rd Viscount Palmerston</a>, was Prime Minister of the UK under Queen Victoria from 1855-1858 and from 1859 until his death in 1865. The quote is from a <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=XQQVAAAAQAAJ&pg=PA221&lpg=PA221&dq=man+a+fighting+animal+palmerston+utopia&source=bl&ots=RwVK4Vkx2x&sig=elkGe83Odq9kM9F1YzcnkFcgf6Y&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwifrsa0xqfJAhWMSiYKHchTBr4Q6AEILjAF#v=onepage&q=man%20a%20fighting%20animal&f=false" target="_blank">January 8, 1862 letter</a> to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Cobden" target="_blank">Richard Cobden</a>, a politician whose anti-war views often put him at odds with Palmerston. The full quote reads:<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It would be very delightful if your Utopia could be realized, and if the nations of the earth would think of nothing but peace and commerce, and would give up quarrelling <i>[sic] </i>and fighting altogether. <b>But unfortunately man is a </b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">fighting and </span></span>quarrelling animal;</b> and that this is human nature is proved by the fact that republics, where the masses govern, are far more quarrelsome, and more addicted to fighting, than monarchies, which are governed by comparatively few persons. <i>[Emphasis added]</i></span></span></blockquote>
Ah, that explains it! No one ever really makes reference to the "and quarreling" bit, just the fighting. It would take Gilbert's point a little less dramatic if he said he wanted to quarrel with disease and pain and ignorance.<br />
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<i>If you would like to read along, the text can be found at <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/47/47-h/47-h.htm" target="_blank">Project Gutenberg</a>. No reading ahead, though!</i> Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037365210815669475.post-43389333159981878582015-11-21T09:00:00.000-05:002019-10-15T23:35:31.032-04:00Anne of Avonlea, Chapters Three to FiveIn which Anne confesses her bovine misdeed to Mr. Harrison and the two become friends, there is some disagreement about methods of classroom discipline, and Anne has a most tiring first day of school; and in which the narrator tries to remember what he recorded nearly two months ago, itself after a two-month break.<br />
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Hey, remember Avonlea? We're going to pick up right where we left off, of course, with Anne trepidatiously heading over to Mr. Harrison's house to confess about accidentally selling his Jersey cow.<br />
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Here's this installment's cover, a lovely paper-cut design by Simon and Schuster as part of their <a href="http://www.simonandschuster.com/series/Aladdin-Classics/books" target="_blank">Aladdin Classics</a> series. I like how this incorporates various aspects of the book: the parrot Ginger, Anne's Jersey cow, the Avonlea Village Improvement Society. It sets it apart from the vast stretches of "Anne standing in a field" covers, which... okay, we'll be seeing several of them I'm sure, because the pickings are a little slimmer for this than for <i>Green Gables</i>. Simon and Schuster have done similar covers for <a href="http://authors.simonandschuster.com/L-M-Montgomery/20304239/books" target="_blank">a few other <i>Anne</i> novels</a>, too!<br />
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A few short notes:<br />
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8:31 - "as good a jorum of tea as you ever drank." A <a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/jorum" target="_blank">jorum</a> is a large bowl or, more likely in this case, jug that is used to serve beverages; usually punch, but sometimes tea. It's sometimes also used to refer to the contents of such a vessel, often implying a great deal of such contents.<br />
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23:17 - "shining morning faces." This is a reference to the famous "Seven Ages of Man" speech (aka, "All the world's a stage...") from <a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/asyoulikeit/asyoulikeit.2.7.html" target="_blank">Act II, Scene VII</a> of Shakespeare's <i>As You Like It</i>:<br />
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All the world's a stage,<br />
And all the men and women merely players:<br />
They have their exits and their entrances;<br />
And one man in his time plays many parts,<br />
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,<br />
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.<br />
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel<br />
And shining morning face, creeping like snail<br />
Unwillingly to school.</blockquote>
Out of context, one might interpret "shining" to mean something like "beaming" or "eager" — which is definitely how Montgomery means it here — but nestled between "whining" and "creeping like a snail unwillingly to school," one wonders if maybe Shakespeare meant that their faces are shining with tears instead. I mean, read the rest of the speech. It's... not exactly optimistic.<br />
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28:57 - "slate bottle." This was actually a rather difficult one to find! Eliminating things like <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Miir-Water-Bottles-Slate-Bottle/dp/B00PUE2RVQ" target="_blank">this</a> and <a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/product/state-slate-bottle-stopper" target="_blank">this</a> still mostly brought up references to <i>ink</i> bottles, which doesn't make sense in this context as it clearly says that the bottle held water, and you wouldn't use ink on a slate anyway. The only (well, first, because then I stopped looking as I'd already gone pretty deep) explicit reference I found is in this <a href="http://www.eastling.kent.sch.uk/history1889.php" target="_blank">1889-1926 history of Eastling Primary School</a> in Kent County, England, where a former student recalls "how happy she was when she... was given her own slate, her own water bottle with a
hole in the cork, and a rag to clean her slate." I mean, you could probably have figured out that it was basically a very low-tech water spritzer for cleaning slates from the context and a basic knowledge of how slates work, but it's nice to have confirmation.<br />
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<i>If you would like to read along, the text can be found at <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/47/47-h/47-h.htm" target="_blank">Project Gutenberg</a>. No reading ahead, though!</i> Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037365210815669475.post-16420968119242676122015-11-09T13:11:00.004-05:002019-10-15T23:33:42.962-04:00"The Pied Piper of Hamelin," by Robert BrowningIn which it is important to pay your rodent-exterminating musicians lest he leads your children into a mountain forever, and in which the narrator pretends he has some sense of poetic rhythm.<br />
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Hey hey, everyone! One of the creepier classic children's stories out there has always been "The Pied Piper of Hamelin," what with the stealing all the children away and piping and such, so that's this year's choice for our (slightly belated) Halloween story. As I discuss in the probably overlong intro, the story is inspired by a circa 1300 stained-glass church window in the town of Hamelin, Germany, and the earliest written record of the town from 1384 which states "It is 100 years since our children left." The actual cause is unknown (Plague? Drowning? Landslide? Children's crusade? Mass emigration?), as is what the piper represents. He might've been an actual person leading them away (like an emigration recruiter, or a crusade leader), or a symbolic figure of death or the devil. The rats were added to the story a few hundred years later.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1592 painting based on the Hamelin window, which was destroyed in 1660.</td></tr>
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I decided to go with the Robert Browning poetic version, published in his collection <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dramatic_Lyrics" target="_blank"><i>Dramatic Lyrics</i></a> in 1842, partly because I liked its humor and wordplay and largely because it's longer than most other versions and I didn't want this to be only like five minutes long. The poem was <a href="http://www.indiana.edu/~librcsd/etext/piper/contents.html" target="_blank">published on its own</a> in 1888 by Frederick Warne with beautiful illustrations by <a href="https://www.ilab.org/eng/documentation/1089-kate_greenaway_legendary_illustrator_of_childrens_books.html" target="_blank">Kate Greenaway</a> (1846-1901). Greenaway was an author as well and generally preferred to illustrate only her own works, so this was a bit of a rare exception for her. Pretty unusually for a children's illustrator, she actually became pretty influential in the world of fashion. See, as the daughter of a seamstress she paid especially close attention to the clothing of her characters, and generally dressed them in detailed styles from the early 1800s, rather than in current fashion. The popularity of her illustrations is actually credited with a late-Victorian resurgence in Regency children's fashion. Anyway, it's her illustrations I'll be sharing here. There are so many of them and many of them are packed so tightly together that I won't bother time-stamping them (also I forgot.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Title page illustration</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Story header: The mayor and council speaking to the Piper</td></tr>
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They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And ate the cheeses out of the vats
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
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Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,
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Oh, and notes! At 5:44 here, a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sprat" target="_blank">sprat</a> is a small type of fish, eaten in many places around the world.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And even spoiled the women's chats</td></tr>
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Ladies and their chattin', amirite?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By drowning their speaking
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With shrieking and squeaking
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In fifty different sharps and flats.
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At last the people in a body
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To the Town Hall came flocking:
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"Tis clear,'' cried they, "our Mayor's a noddy;
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"And as for our Corporation -- shocking"
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And at the scarf's end hung a pipe;
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And his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying
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As if impatient to be playing
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Upon this pipe, as low it dangled
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Over his vesture so old-fangled.)
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In the piper's boasting around 8:30, he first says he did great feats of extermination for the Cham in Tartary. Tartary <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2015/04/frankenstein3-7.html" target="_blank">we talked about</a> in <i>Frankenstein</i>, but the Cham probably refers to the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cham_Albanians" target="_blank">Cham Albanians</a>, who originate in Albania and northern Greece, which... are not really close to what was called Tartary, but are at least somewhat closer and more likely to be known to an English writer than the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chams" target="_blank">Cham people</a> of southeast Asia. The Cham Albanians did have a large Islamic population that some called by some variety of "Turk," which may be how they were conflated into Tartary.<br />
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The piper goes on to talk about the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nizam_of_Hyderabad" target="_blank">Nizam in Asia</a>, who was the hereditary monarch of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyderabad_State" target="_blank">Hyderabad</a>, a princely state in India from 1724 until Indian independence in 1948. This is rather notably anachronistic for a poem taking place in 1376.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"And as for what your brain bewilders,
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"If I can rid your town of rats
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"Will you give me a thousand guilders?''
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"One? fifty thousand!'' -- was the exclamation
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Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation.
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At 8:44, a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guilder" target="_blank">guilder</a> (from the Middle High German <i>gulden pfenninc</i>, or "golden penny") was originally a sort of generic term in the Holy Roman Empire for any sort of gold coin in the 14th to 16th centuries. At the time, the actual gold currency in use was properly called the Fiorino d'oro, or the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Florin_%28Italian_coin%29" target="_blank">florin</a>, and the two remain largely synonymous. (Fans of <i>The Princess Bride</i> who did not know this fact may suddenly find themselves getting a very subtle joke.) Eventually, "guilder" became the general term for some countries' currencies, whether golden or not. Most notably and recently, the Netherlands used the Dutch guilder until adopting the Euro in 2002.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,
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You heard as if an army muttered
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9:07 - "like a candle-flame where salt is sprinkled." Try this for yourself! (With safety goggles, a fire extinguisher, and an adult safety partner.) In chemistry, different elements have different <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emission_spectrum" target="_blank">emission spectra</a>, meaning that when their electrons transition from a high energy state to a lower energy state they release the extra energy in the form of photons. These photons will be at very distinct wavelengths corresponding to the amount of energy released. Since no two elements will have the exact same number of electrons all transitioning from the exact same states, the exact amount spectrum of light emitted is unique to that specific element. <br />
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In other words, if you (say) run an electric current through a gas or sprinkle grains of a solid into a fire, the resulting color(s) of light will tell you what elements make up that gas or solid. For instance, running electricity through hydrogen will cause it to release <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emission_spectrum#/media/File:Emission_spectrum-H.svg" target="_blank">red, blue-green, blue-violet, and violet light</a>, which all mix together to make a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnuBoLpf43Y" target="_blank">pretty purple color</a>. To see the individual colors (since science likes to be more exact than "a mix that makes a pretty purple color") you would view that light through a diffraction grating, like <a href="http://image.ec21.com/image/vivianyuan/oimg_GC07971433_CA07996832/Paper_Diffraction_Glasses_for_Fireworks_Diaplay.jpg" target="_blank">those glasses</a> you wore as a kid that made everything look all rainbowy. Some release far more colors, as well (here's <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emission_spectrum#/media/File:Emission_spectrum-Fe.svg" target="_blank">iron</a>, for instance). This is how, say, neon signs make light (though only ones that make a nice <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Neon_emission.png" target="_blank">red-orange color</a> actually use neon itself), and how we figure out what the sun, stars, and other astronomical bodies are made out of.<br />
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Which brings us back to our poem! What Browning describes is technically know as a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flame_test" target="_blank">flame test</a>. The sodium in table salt has a distinctive emission spectrum that is primarily a very pure yellow color, which can easily be seen if you, say, sprinkle some salt into a candle flame.<br />
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Have I mentioned that my day job is as a science educator?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.
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10:14 - "train-oil flasks." Train-oil is another term for <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whale_oil" target="_blank">whale oil</a>, which was, yes, harvested from whales and used in food, soap, and as a lamp oil. We'll learn more about this when we read <i>Moby Dick</i>.<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=7037365210815669475#footnote" id="back">*</a><br />
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10:29 - "nuncheon." I could swear we already did this one, didn't we? In like... <i>Alice</i>, or something? No, <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/search?q=+nuncheon" target="_blank">I guess not</a>. Well, anyway, a <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/search?q=+nuncheon" target="_blank">nuncheon</a> is a midday snack.<br />
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10:32 - "sugar-puncheon." Hey, I'm as surprised as you that Browning got not one but <i>two</i> perfect rhymes for "luncheon." A <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_wine_cask_units#puncheon" target="_blank">puncheon</a> was a specific barrel size, holding in the neighborhood of 80 gallons.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Go," cried the Mayor, "and get long poles,
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"Poke out the nests and block up the holes!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"First, if you please, my thousand guilders!"
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11:22 - "cellar's biggest butt." Heh. Heh heh. I'm sorry, I'm, like,
twelve. If you scroll up in the link for puncheon, you'll see that a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_wine_cask_units#butt" target="_blank">butt or a pipe</a>
is another barrel size, of about 120 gallons. Some say this is actually
what people originally referred to when talking about a buttload of
something. Sure.<br />
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I forgot to timestamp this, but it's probably around 11:00 - "put in your poke." Remember from the first (and, um, only so far) <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2015/07/avonlea1-2.html" target="_blank">installment of <i>Anne of Avonlea</i></a>, a poke is an old term for "bag."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"A thousand guilders! Come, take fifty!"
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12:19 - "don't think I'll bate a stiver!" Remember the Dutch guilder, mentioned above? A <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stuiver" target="_blank">stiver</a> or <i>stuiver</i> is one-twentieth of that. He's basically saying he won't haggle over even a nickel of his fee.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Once more he stept into the street,
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And to his lips again
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Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane;
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And ere he blew three notes
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(such sweet
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Soft notes as yet musician's cunning
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Never gave the enraptured air)
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There was a rustling
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">that seemed like a bustling
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering
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Wooden shoes, stivers... Browning does realize this takes place in Germany and not the Netherlands, right? And that those are two different places?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Out came the children running.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the little boys and girls
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls
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...okay Browning, now you're starting to creep me out in a different way.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQV7YHI0e8ARXiWluf0uSq0SdTLTTkR0ep0GiQ3U7yFpoYyzBceJOM5wB3TrRuMx7V_diVhTNzBbh3y6BsPc3TzO5mCU_hzBiMP8FHFr7Ap-NMWCwUObNTXxuKm-J17XyID1cmjeioCVrr/s1600/img38th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQV7YHI0e8ARXiWluf0uSq0SdTLTTkR0ep0GiQ3U7yFpoYyzBceJOM5wB3TrRuMx7V_diVhTNzBbh3y6BsPc3TzO5mCU_hzBiMP8FHFr7Ap-NMWCwUObNTXxuKm-J17XyID1cmjeioCVrr/s1600/img38th.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tripping</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDrLVISnk_6kx19H-GATUMwH47GOASN1WRznny2IDSWs_cW4BygxpV1uCU2gfm8UnTj01hALnE51Gbglje7nB03sFO_cphQdfrSXs9B_pRz6m3YfbL-_KVC5mQrk60C43x3iud2z54aP2H/s1600/img39th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDrLVISnk_6kx19H-GATUMwH47GOASN1WRznny2IDSWs_cW4BygxpV1uCU2gfm8UnTj01hALnE51Gbglje7nB03sFO_cphQdfrSXs9B_pRz6m3YfbL-_KVC5mQrk60C43x3iud2z54aP2H/s1600/img39th.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and skipping</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIQWXwVptJMtlfX2cv_cmvhBoe55ZCtE9q3tMUl5lJ0NYfWXgU-Nci5_hk3sDlu6NQTQV6rmQvQeYfUmaqUUUTbvYKI7aIifo_6VwCUlvHN8ctbLp1ff3Q0GdHO49z_XrGXmY_btoeelMC/s1600/img40th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIQWXwVptJMtlfX2cv_cmvhBoe55ZCtE9q3tMUl5lJ0NYfWXgU-Nci5_hk3sDlu6NQTQV6rmQvQeYfUmaqUUUTbvYKI7aIifo_6VwCUlvHN8ctbLp1ff3Q0GdHO49z_XrGXmY_btoeelMC/s1600/img40th.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ran merrily after</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood
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As if they were changed into blocks of wood,
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Unable to move a step, or cry
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To the children merrily skipping by
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16:11 - "pipe or tabor." A <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tabor_%28instrument%29" target="_blank">tabor</a> is a type of snare drum, usually hung about the neck and played with one hand. Often, the other hand is used to play -- yes -- <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pipe_and_tabor" target="_blank">a pipe</a>.<br />
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Incidentally, the street Browning is referring to here is known as Bungelosenstrasse, or "Drumless Street." On the corner of it is the <a href="https://ferrypotato.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/pict2912.jpg" target="_blank">Rattenfängerhaus</a>, or Rat-catcher House, built in the 1600s and which has an inscription on its facade mentioning the legend. It's a restaurant now. I bet you can guess its theme!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So, Willy, let me and you be wipers
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Of scores out with all men -- especially pipers!
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And, whether they pipe us free from rats or from mice,
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If we've promised them aught, let us keep our promise!
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I... really don't know who Willy is supposed to be here. I mean, the reader, obviously, but why "Willy?"<br />
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And that's it! We'll be moving on with <i>Anne of Avonlea </i>soon, I promise. I've got one in the can already. Really!<br />
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<i>If you would like to read along, the text and illustrations can be found at <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/18343/18343-h/18343-h.htm" target="_blank">Project Gutenberg</a>, or as actual scans from this edition at the <a href="http://www.indiana.edu/~librcsd/etext/piper/47.html" target="_blank">University of Indiana Library</a>. No reading ahead, though!</i><br />
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<i><span id="footnote" style="font-size: x-small;">*We will not be reading </span></i><span id="footnote" style="font-size: x-small;">Moby Dick</span><i><span id="footnote" style="font-size: x-small;">. [<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=7037365210815669475#back">Back</a>]</span></i>
Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037365210815669475.post-5656828120776664652015-07-28T18:32:00.005-04:002019-10-15T23:31:58.280-04:00Anne of Avonlea, Chapters One and TwoIn which we catch up with our red-headed heroine, learn of her plans to improve society, meet her new cranky neighbor, and watch her get into trouble over a cow; and in which the narrator has to remind himself which of these voices were done in the first book, and for those that were, what they sounded like.<br />
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All right, despite six Beatrix Potter stories in a row I've still got to shake off some of the doldrums that, to be honest, <i>Frankenstein</i> rather left me in. I need someone happy. I need someone bright, and joyous, and who celebrates life. I need... Anne Shirley. Come to think of it, Anne Shirley practically <i>is</i> the anti-Victor Frankenstein. You just know that every single bad thing that happened in <i>Frankenstein</i> would've been averted if Anne had been there to take responsibility and show the creature some kindness on a boat ride upon the Lake of Shining Waters.<br />
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What, these are the things I think about.<br />
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ANYWAY, we are indeed going to head back with the second <i>Anne</i> book, <i>Anne of Avonlea</i>, published in 1909. It seems that Ms. Montgomery's publisher's were so impressed with her that they asked for a sequel to <i>Anne of Green Gables </i>(1908) as soon as she signed the contract for it, and they actually had to delay <i>Avonlea</i>'s publishing because <i>Green Gables</i> was still selling so well!<br />
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Unfortunately, it looks like there weren't any illustrations in the first edition of this, and none in the public domain that I can find, so as with the first book I'll fill in with various editions' covers. We'll start with the cover of that first edition, done in a similar style to the original. <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2013/09/greengables1-2.html">Like the cover of <i>Green Gables</i></a>, the illustration on this one is by George Gibbs. Unlike <i>Green Gables</i>, George Gibbs was properly credited on the title page for both this illustration and the frontispiece, seen below.<br />
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Some short notes:<br />
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17:26 - Mrs. Lynde references an — in her eyes, at least — unsavory man who is often "in consumption." And... really? Have we not had to define "consumption" yet? Huh. Well, "consumption" referred to a disease that wasted the body away, usually specifically <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuberculosis" target="_blank">tuberculosis</a>.<br />
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18:38 - Mrs. Lynde says such things, especially about "Yankees" with "a decided can-any-good-thing-come-out-of-Nazareth air." This is a reference to the Bible passage <a href="http://biblehub.com/niv/john/1.htm" target="_blank">John 1:46</a>, where Philip tells his friend Nathanael "Hey, wanna meet this cool guy, Jesus of Nazareth? He's totally the Messiah!" (I'm paraphrasing.) Nathanael responds with the quoted bit, letting us know that at the time Nazareth was not a very highly-looked upon place. It also tosses a little bit of irony into Mrs. Lynde's attitude (as if there wasn't enough already), because of course according to the Bible and thus probably according to Mrs. Lynde a very good thing did, in fact, come out of Nazareth.<br />
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<i>If you would like to read along, the text can be found at <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/47/47-h/47-h.htm" target="_blank">Project Gutenberg</a>. No reading ahead, though!</i>
Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037365210815669475.post-25806570327967023562015-07-10T15:45:00.002-04:002019-10-15T23:38:03.045-04:00"The Tales of Jemima Puddle-Duck, Two Bad Mice, and Mr Jeremy Fisher," by Beatrix PotterIn which more adorable anthropomorphic animals are, respectively, too foolish to be trusted with important stuff, terribly destructive with no negative consequences, and never going fishing again.<br />
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I know, I said we were going to start a new book this time around. And we will! But, after posting the last trio of Beatrix Potter stories, an old college friend of mine specifically requested that I read "The Tale of Jemima Puddle-Duck," presumably for her children (though I'm not one to judge if not). Heck, why not? And, like last time, since they're so short I tossed in a couple of bonus ones as well. So, Kathy, Miri, and Jack, I hope you enjoy. And the rest of you too, I guess.<br />
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The Tale of Jemima Puddle-Duck</h3>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a funny sight it is to see a brood of ducklings with a hen!</td></tr>
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As mentioned in my introduction, that lady there is Mrs. Cannon (no, not given a first name in my references), who was the wife of the farm manager at Hill Top, Beatrix Potter's farm.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'I wish to hatch my own eggs; I will hatch them all by myself.'</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She tried to hide her eggs; but they <br />
were always found and carried off.</td></tr>
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And those are Mrs. Cannon's children, Betsy and Ralph, to whom this tale was dedicated.<br />
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2:48 - "poke bonnet." A <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poke_bonnet" target="_blank">poke bonnet</a> is... well, the kind of bonnet that Jemima is wearing there, that you see at some point in pretty much any story that takes place in 19th-century England or America. It's got a wide, stiff brim that goes over and around the wearer's face to provide both shade and privacy.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVd3lr6ZX0FCj0pJU1BwPMQpeLP953MO-s03e_gCxmD6skkCEoSg8wB96njNWY5ZJL7b1Jkp5Mo5m2h1-p8IOrLM8DdJsI7Gw5b_URKofuM51kGdcDb2CQJEbTI7LK2k7yGoxh-f1t-AxR/s1600/19-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVd3lr6ZX0FCj0pJU1BwPMQpeLP953MO-s03e_gCxmD6skkCEoSg8wB96njNWY5ZJL7b1Jkp5Mo5m2h1-p8IOrLM8DdJsI7Gw5b_URKofuM51kGdcDb2CQJEbTI7LK2k7yGoxh-f1t-AxR/s320/19-tb.jpg" width="257" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She ran downhill a
few yards flapping her shawl.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She flew beautifully when she had got a good start.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She was startled to find an elegantly <br />
dressed
gentleman reading a newspaper.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The gentleman raised his eyes above his newspaper.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'Ah! is that so? indeed!' said the <br />
gentleman with sandy whiskers</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He led the way to a very retired, dismal-<br />
looking house amongst the
fox-gloves.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
4:59 - "built of faggots." Erm, in the UK, especially prior to the 20th century but even still today, the word "faggot" meant a a twig, or more commonly a bundle of twigs. The more modern and, um, extremely offensive meaning was first recorded in 1914, and even today is primarily used in the US.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5Gx6t-SQu0eT8HqPHoY0Fg9SBakPR0_qNslafVoLKfHH_0bypesaxSYHYpdgkEVidwt9tv4Xq2pcymSK4OKWtTJlV5z2ajR2qbDyznHIsVdl0fnh1U-gju3S-yWc7uQPXJYe0jWQ1Y3G/s1600/31-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5Gx6t-SQu0eT8HqPHoY0Fg9SBakPR0_qNslafVoLKfHH_0bypesaxSYHYpdgkEVidwt9tv4Xq2pcymSK4OKWtTJlV5z2ajR2qbDyznHIsVdl0fnh1U-gju3S-yWc7uQPXJYe0jWQ1Y3G/s320/31-tb.jpg" width="262" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The gentleman opened the door, and showed Jemima in.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfEOvfP6ivvqG07-sg4a2Ccnf8i5VD0Ejge0AiFcLqyE56asO0JtwM9LmsSHpD9Ipl-lwhkHuBoEj_DbOVfwQb4EeE_Rxe9bEHkdn55oa_2elArtUqpdbnYrZXzMDK2WI-INGnIXF2ejuA/s1600/32-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfEOvfP6ivvqG07-sg4a2Ccnf8i5VD0Ejge0AiFcLqyE56asO0JtwM9LmsSHpD9Ipl-lwhkHuBoEj_DbOVfwQb4EeE_Rxe9bEHkdn55oa_2elArtUqpdbnYrZXzMDK2WI-INGnIXF2ejuA/s320/32-tb.jpg" width="248" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was very comfortable; and she <br />
made a nest without any
trouble at all.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFkcV_w1N8fANeS8M2HdKjGrfoyA8_l5_iRtktrMr03F42n8OVqkCiTBZrHP_nCjLMNS1VCS7A6Ctkh3jTG_imMnHadKOMWvlpUjYzKG_CbkSg6QMgDUvkkS3cIThN-mbRMi1Fat15zct/s1600/35-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFkcV_w1N8fANeS8M2HdKjGrfoyA8_l5_iRtktrMr03F42n8OVqkCiTBZrHP_nCjLMNS1VCS7A6Ctkh3jTG_imMnHadKOMWvlpUjYzKG_CbkSg6QMgDUvkkS3cIThN-mbRMi1Fat15zct/s320/35-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When she came out, the sandy whiskered gentleman <br />
was sitting on a log
reading the newspaper.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpBLC1NCirDwH4JOHRPrDFNTjAN1U2b6yfCVx3pdR1gFtdgXG0gAGtWnhtu4wfneCxDA1fIbKWU6JBeQHAu17kIhr8woOKlr2-D1QDdRrp0Pbt3C4roiEZknWiJUiV55uauVCRfs52Sdyi/s1600/36-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpBLC1NCirDwH4JOHRPrDFNTjAN1U2b6yfCVx3pdR1gFtdgXG0gAGtWnhtu4wfneCxDA1fIbKWU6JBeQHAu17kIhr8woOKlr2-D1QDdRrp0Pbt3C4roiEZknWiJUiV55uauVCRfs52Sdyi/s320/36-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He used to turn them over and count <br />
them when Jemima was not
there.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
He... also apparently would take off his clothes to do so? I mean, look, these are still animals who by rights shouldn't be wearing clothes in the first place. But, you know, they've been anthropomorphized to varying degrees. Some, like Peter Rabbit and Jemima, only wear a couple of articles of clothing. Others, like Squirrel Nutkin and Kep (who we'll meet in a moment), wear none. But this guy was fully-clothed, pants and all! Except for here. I mean, look, I'm not gonna judge what foxes wear or don't wear while alone in the privacy of their own feather-shed, I'm just saying it seems an odd artistic choice is all.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV4bMOgyhfyuvP11sVt-iWu0vdfw7DwZTOP9xgyy3gpJVjIAuKuZA4mhyw6VVZ2iJcvXgMMYk2OQ2_ArinmTR4HL7olCxsh8hGlX8gB9YxSpZ1lbvWH0Ft_SS_qQWZDQNDRSkHIY2vIvlY/s1600/39-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV4bMOgyhfyuvP11sVt-iWu0vdfw7DwZTOP9xgyy3gpJVjIAuKuZA4mhyw6VVZ2iJcvXgMMYk2OQ2_ArinmTR4HL7olCxsh8hGlX8gB9YxSpZ1lbvWH0Ft_SS_qQWZDQNDRSkHIY2vIvlY/s320/39-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'Let us have a dinner-party all to ourselves!'</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpztPusZ6cjFACiVG-xTyYVfN2Q-sMkkTDGJcdhtLkxpQxatk1IVPFRwqY6F7ERuy1nqIt5KCIAgA1QPWPJNhBCKhTbNfHDcWpiLqXUdiXxjpIDLcBLQjyDyMTlTgEQnWqFO2rDvNYum7T/s1600/40-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpztPusZ6cjFACiVG-xTyYVfN2Q-sMkkTDGJcdhtLkxpQxatk1IVPFRwqY6F7ERuy1nqIt5KCIAgA1QPWPJNhBCKhTbNfHDcWpiLqXUdiXxjpIDLcBLQjyDyMTlTgEQnWqFO2rDvNYum7T/s320/40-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She went round the farm-garden, nibbling off snippets of all <br />
the different
sorts of herbs that are used for stuffing roast duck.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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Okay, see, this is a little less jarring, since Jemima only wears the bonnet and the shawl, and it's made fairly clear at the beginning that she really only even wears those when traveling outside of the farmyard. Perhaps I'm overthinking this.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4nMf99pDPTbuQAZmVjNxCW6E6qMYBlNYxDBTUWcH6O6pIIv2LSVQUBYC0ZcxzeyMox8_33hHRqr2SRYIUWmU2J_70Z93ce8zOWeIyxwhN9MGx9x0BYkemJzSdgc5VMrnrLc8rJigfC85/s1600/43-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4nMf99pDPTbuQAZmVjNxCW6E6qMYBlNYxDBTUWcH6O6pIIv2LSVQUBYC0ZcxzeyMox8_33hHRqr2SRYIUWmU2J_70Z93ce8zOWeIyxwhN9MGx9x0BYkemJzSdgc5VMrnrLc8rJigfC85/s320/43-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jemima was rather in awe of the <br />
collie; she told him the whole story.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsU_YrIHCCAjw4BhGVcH6UaficziY8iq9FhFohbYn_VZM2N6wSLFZCF9Q-iKhgCeWFkXpWJvZiV9mCOBmT3Nyk1vvUqFVAJB_xh-Ava3OiIXeIRruLT1DF4qPC0rJdv1WGC6x1ggRjP19g/s1600/44-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsU_YrIHCCAjw4BhGVcH6UaficziY8iq9FhFohbYn_VZM2N6wSLFZCF9Q-iKhgCeWFkXpWJvZiV9mCOBmT3Nyk1vvUqFVAJB_xh-Ava3OiIXeIRruLT1DF4qPC0rJdv1WGC6x1ggRjP19g/s320/44-tb.jpg" width="280" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He went to look for two
fox-hound puppies.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXNSfeim-he7blOARxRGULGd3hdwpf5vAtMvXyt7ZXdhIQF4di8qKY93g1zO5a3J9R-I19FVOGUCWE5NA7GHzMmc6kygsTIytXRVTGmctarNUxrHvpagZBiyzrBWb0GhQzKYSbthUkgy6_/s1600/47-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXNSfeim-he7blOARxRGULGd3hdwpf5vAtMvXyt7ZXdhIQF4di8qKY93g1zO5a3J9R-I19FVOGUCWE5NA7GHzMmc6kygsTIytXRVTGmctarNUxrHvpagZBiyzrBWb0GhQzKYSbthUkgy6_/s320/47-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She was rather burdened with bunches <br />
of herbs and two onions in
a bag.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsfk4kH_sB418_Zk3yYYs9xaCYKlg4EQezePUkdlWPC8RK9q-GyTn026EMdqWaMR6b1FdRZheJODAau0JcvgPi9QADi4VJ_Qke8pjl65axk5_79oWU-_ZhreKD0vwaW03hT31nk4WT31QP/s1600/48-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsfk4kH_sB418_Zk3yYYs9xaCYKlg4EQezePUkdlWPC8RK9q-GyTn026EMdqWaMR6b1FdRZheJODAau0JcvgPi9QADi4VJ_Qke8pjl65axk5_79oWU-_ZhreKD0vwaW03hT31nk4WT31QP/s320/48-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'Be sharp!'
He was rather abrupt.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaX37gao9_nfVo9Mz6pp7Me-9j8D0ut9dGIAUQCvft8pv03N_XWXZ14JVHn5MZ4-m4_6b0I7PKFRCpFak30wo9nPO6D194m-f2uSA6a9E330k-FG8Mq__y1ZJOXnZgfjusg8CTUNCWeiSO/s1600/51-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaX37gao9_nfVo9Mz6pp7Me-9j8D0ut9dGIAUQCvft8pv03N_XWXZ14JVHn5MZ4-m4_6b0I7PKFRCpFak30wo9nPO6D194m-f2uSA6a9E330k-FG8Mq__y1ZJOXnZgfjusg8CTUNCWeiSO/s320/51-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She heard pattering feet round the back of the shed.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GoKfcQ8tk1c5TmWVhk-bqgrzWsPr6oxWqLBXUWFmuLHBYzKPOBRmL9GChkn6DTK9CimcrsDPZmejmr5O_WdEgCS-F__CyyJkB5JgkVOaqsZfXUAbfBndaH0qJ4jpKo_zQ5zukNgeEHcI/s1600/52-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GoKfcQ8tk1c5TmWVhk-bqgrzWsPr6oxWqLBXUWFmuLHBYzKPOBRmL9GChkn6DTK9CimcrsDPZmejmr5O_WdEgCS-F__CyyJkB5JgkVOaqsZfXUAbfBndaH0qJ4jpKo_zQ5zukNgeEHcI/s320/52-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And nothing more was ever seen of that foxy-whiskered gentleman.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The puppies rushed in and gobbled up <br />
all the eggs before he
could stop them.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfQ7R-1R3ZlQR7mRWke8anSeotdcP4wWfK2ks-DawZGaTM8HHdnWuXi-3oc_OA9jDSDfTWLSzW4beR2vfZGO6_quXSVHwog_Abs63cDKr78jgKcRP4GQ12a6hlVWfdW_Xw6TJpb3YzRm4/s1600/57-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfQ7R-1R3ZlQR7mRWke8anSeotdcP4wWfK2ks-DawZGaTM8HHdnWuXi-3oc_OA9jDSDfTWLSzW4beR2vfZGO6_quXSVHwog_Abs63cDKr78jgKcRP4GQ12a6hlVWfdW_Xw6TJpb3YzRm4/s320/57-tb.jpg" width="273" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jemima Puddle-duck was escorted home in tears.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_O8MJalzHcyxXvvGy6NsrjuHZxGYGJ39UIeVcY9puFF-b9DJiFJCrG6uvHPQXDCL3tC7mAIwDnXhBtena7gDEaG5MOEJMyANORPICiWWy0JCoc3ajXi2VzBWaLIq50t5jcCb5IVXlXKIu/s1600/58-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_O8MJalzHcyxXvvGy6NsrjuHZxGYGJ39UIeVcY9puFF-b9DJiFJCrG6uvHPQXDCL3tC7mAIwDnXhBtena7gDEaG5MOEJMyANORPICiWWy0JCoc3ajXi2VzBWaLIq50t5jcCb5IVXlXKIu/s320/58-tb.jpg" width="247" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She laid some more in June, and she <br />
was permitted to keep them herself.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
So the moral is... don't try to take more responsibility than you can handle? Be aware when you're not suited for parenthood? Do trust people who have who sheds full of what are quite obviously bodily remains? <br />
<h3>
</h3>
<h3>
The Tale of Two Bad Mice</h3>
<h3>
</h3>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HoiV8B8tWZ14WsYqxsrXqOldjfo_xa5rc-1a2bonrom3031Euo5DpRiqQzFHuMv25w3Cb9ozgRw4ZCG49kwC-lhBRwmVpnT1ZDgTV5f3QlkW7iWlPtPlktrU017uA7Si3TQaiGiz3pon/s1600/1frontis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HoiV8B8tWZ14WsYqxsrXqOldjfo_xa5rc-1a2bonrom3031Euo5DpRiqQzFHuMv25w3Cb9ozgRw4ZCG49kwC-lhBRwmVpnT1ZDgTV5f3QlkW7iWlPtPlktrU017uA7Si3TQaiGiz3pon/s320/1frontis.jpg" width="277" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frontispiece - He put the ham in
the middle <br />
of the floor, and
hit it with the tongs!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_1TN2f2TeXCVyo7VLz3YyWhv-GQ3Wlt_uXDNUif5KOhrckk9EFkVhbcl2L2ctM87ty4_tgSZpZFTPRkZO3KGop4hHPtvYf-9R9huF71FvnAjrXa8mjtb5YoKi8rVK-RVxVkbdUfdsGAw/s1600/2titlepage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_1TN2f2TeXCVyo7VLz3YyWhv-GQ3Wlt_uXDNUif5KOhrckk9EFkVhbcl2L2ctM87ty4_tgSZpZFTPRkZO3KGop4hHPtvYf-9R9huF71FvnAjrXa8mjtb5YoKi8rVK-RVxVkbdUfdsGAw/s1600/2titlepage.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Title illustration</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtXUdTDG56eI3X8wreM1ktvdBW7_aBbDaZhb21Qf1Zn6rZNWpS_kyPWyl45XI3zKrZ1Io84Bkl9NhMUj_v0DdFJC8M81CmG8q8-dRCUvaHpSFHdm3vTAdezgQ7XyvzsPmvVjN3fXceikyk/s1600/illus19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtXUdTDG56eI3X8wreM1ktvdBW7_aBbDaZhb21Qf1Zn6rZNWpS_kyPWyl45XI3zKrZ1Io84Bkl9NhMUj_v0DdFJC8M81CmG8q8-dRCUvaHpSFHdm3vTAdezgQ7XyvzsPmvVjN3fXceikyk/s320/illus19.jpg" width="269" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Once upon a time there
was a very beautiful
doll's-house.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx87qn_o-P_kKMCY_40WNcW_uJPQhiInlHgNCHzLOx1RAPUuki-vRwBhVubL_TRA3Rl2N68m3qujW1dltLB6u8cPjPRwDVHiXXF-nTNpJh5nHH0pDuN4xA6vcadSLVivmFBXU8zCwO6PaH/s1600/illus22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx87qn_o-P_kKMCY_40WNcW_uJPQhiInlHgNCHzLOx1RAPUuki-vRwBhVubL_TRA3Rl2N68m3qujW1dltLB6u8cPjPRwDVHiXXF-nTNpJh5nHH0pDuN4xA6vcadSLVivmFBXU8zCwO6PaH/s320/illus22.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It belonged to two Dolls
called Lucinda and Jane.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdgnNoLsm3NKLX09Pokf5nJ59BuHV2QkXq_GnCU4JpIoeDkn0U6tP-ibv_fdS8SzlHfNwPXCv5-Yy9l2Xs4oRTrIYlKUI2Buv_XOSvq6_kEZNJ5lEA84po9pywMiHnBAiR8NiE6M9jmTn/s1600/illus25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdgnNoLsm3NKLX09Pokf5nJ59BuHV2QkXq_GnCU4JpIoeDkn0U6tP-ibv_fdS8SzlHfNwPXCv5-Yy9l2Xs4oRTrIYlKUI2Buv_XOSvq6_kEZNJ5lEA84po9pywMiHnBAiR8NiE6M9jmTn/s320/illus25.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were two red lobsters
and a ham, a fish,<br />
a pudding, and some pears
and oranges.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
11:42 - "the dolls' perambulator." A <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=perambulator&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=-06fVZ-1DY62yAT765_4DQ&ved=0CF0QsAQ&biw=1400&bih=733" target="_blank">perambulator</a>, also known as a pram, is what we in the US would be more likely to call a baby buggy. This has of course largely fallen out of favor for more <a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/080507" target="_blank">modern methods</a> of <a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/082009" target="_blank">baby transport</a>.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKoEmu4cqIdENA4VrHQB5Akn7RCmJB6NiWpyYJnbA8jNWWMefT4tHBer3Qsn9_juIdxU14uxpbhX2Mn7nH3WTbyYBDTo2f8AbL7Jcgy0Wxx7jphh3ZAVG_kmRL2Xqt8CJToTKQVIY1oDc/s1600/illus28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKoEmu4cqIdENA4VrHQB5Akn7RCmJB6NiWpyYJnbA8jNWWMefT4tHBer3Qsn9_juIdxU14uxpbhX2Mn7nH3WTbyYBDTo2f8AbL7Jcgy0Wxx7jphh3ZAVG_kmRL2Xqt8CJToTKQVIY1oDc/s320/illus28.jpg" width="263" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tom Thumb put out his head
for a moment.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-bWoFnff-Zz9TBqxg3smlTfUyUSJu59jwTfXt09IDVLEiKPaGqX__LHqTLnSvf1loITu8c9R30VEUBk9vd19O9lz_hTxi7X1OVJ6hihbZavDYMuPuGddteLaxSJk-WRfoiF9ndDonTVqt/s1600/illus31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-bWoFnff-Zz9TBqxg3smlTfUyUSJu59jwTfXt09IDVLEiKPaGqX__LHqTLnSvf1loITu8c9R30VEUBk9vd19O9lz_hTxi7X1OVJ6hihbZavDYMuPuGddteLaxSJk-WRfoiF9ndDonTVqt/s320/illus31.jpg" width="265" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A minute afterwards,
Hunca Munca, <br />
his wife,
put her head out, too</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
It delights me how often I got to say "Hunca Munca" during this story. <br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2AnWTL59SBHdLnW0YrMak5G4AtdPkikFLgPdnKs_yVdHBiZIdH32qh_780klij7WIb0pfmzDM2SVMUh85VJA9MOjhbfgchzAjiV5Ox02t6aJwFI8bRa8egwz9sQe5gCwSRKyVKQGNZOzx/s1600/illus34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2AnWTL59SBHdLnW0YrMak5G4AtdPkikFLgPdnKs_yVdHBiZIdH32qh_780klij7WIb0pfmzDM2SVMUh85VJA9MOjhbfgchzAjiV5Ox02t6aJwFI8bRa8egwz9sQe5gCwSRKyVKQGNZOzx/s320/illus34.jpg" width="263" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They
pushed the front door—it was
not fast.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
FUN FACT: The word "fast" is what is known as a <a href="http://www.dailywritingtips.com/75-contronyms-words-with-contradictory-meanings/" target="_blank">contronym</a>, meaning a word that holds contradictory meanings. An example would be, say, the word "off." In the morning, your alarm clock goes off, and then you turn it off. "Fast" can mean either "moving quickly from one place to another" or, as is intended in this case, "stuck firmly in one place."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Such a lovely dinner was
laid out upon the table!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ_WgTeWLLbjc3Dq5yLwmcvfgUzf3XmajLPGTDWnNwHwx4Hsfw4ZF-3Oyi735Z-ZN5r-_BsVkHYE6a_Bptnb2_QCRcTd1bVJm7oX_S9YILcAEv4o7m3rzqJMTnFszrqTnQI_Ae0BUVdeDL/s1600/illus40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ_WgTeWLLbjc3Dq5yLwmcvfgUzf3XmajLPGTDWnNwHwx4Hsfw4ZF-3Oyi735Z-ZN5r-_BsVkHYE6a_Bptnb2_QCRcTd1bVJm7oX_S9YILcAEv4o7m3rzqJMTnFszrqTnQI_Ae0BUVdeDL/s320/illus40.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tom Thumb set to work
at once to carve the ham.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXX7su5itxeUf1THYfAkpgc8AFRpEPKajdYyavXdiROJJ3RrlYnhn8JSWJLQiTYC6S3gikq1IPv-sSJ9irKFvDou04ceS-DaVfcUiCs5JZnIQjoncN8Zmrbe0FHuhC55vhJ-gNcvCCX3Wf/s1600/illus43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXX7su5itxeUf1THYfAkpgc8AFRpEPKajdYyavXdiROJJ3RrlYnhn8JSWJLQiTYC6S3gikq1IPv-sSJ9irKFvDou04ceS-DaVfcUiCs5JZnIQjoncN8Zmrbe0FHuhC55vhJ-gNcvCCX3Wf/s320/illus43.jpg" width="265" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hunca Munca stood
up in her chair, and
<br />
chopped at the ham with
another lead knife.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
I'm not really sure what Hunca Munca's line "It's as hard as the hams at the cheesemonger's" means, precisely. My best guess is that's it's just some sort of insult towards cheesemongers. Also, I like to say "cheesemonger."<br />
<br />
Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeesemonger.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPw8id6-v6grK4c9tiOGGccVid3kmsPVzsXKxBi4BkVrNC7Cx1NfaMN14_vitt3MVa0xGdcv4a7VThZ7VVMiyz0yEBgK7Tu01SOM_UPbG4YYOI6msSnmTPewa7cpPWDErEVMYE_7jj_qc/s1600/illus46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPw8id6-v6grK4c9tiOGGccVid3kmsPVzsXKxBi4BkVrNC7Cx1NfaMN14_vitt3MVa0xGdcv4a7VThZ7VVMiyz0yEBgK7Tu01SOM_UPbG4YYOI6msSnmTPewa7cpPWDErEVMYE_7jj_qc/s320/illus46.jpg" width="264" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ham broke off the
plate with <br />
a jerk, and
rolled under the table.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKkvhp3MQ9ewd_40S85ylL2ivZSJqBZomC0HDY1qm82ML1zpZ8iLV70XY6jSDC2i3VSKNTtfUeowfEvwwAFyYj9Dmeb19Y6pl6NqPdM9TAd_xY_tGgrDaOvqKaY-y_qvNYKppFxa5Epyn/s1600/illus49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKkvhp3MQ9ewd_40S85ylL2ivZSJqBZomC0HDY1qm82ML1zpZ8iLV70XY6jSDC2i3VSKNTtfUeowfEvwwAFyYj9Dmeb19Y6pl6NqPdM9TAd_xY_tGgrDaOvqKaY-y_qvNYKppFxa5Epyn/s320/illus49.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bang, bang, smash,
smash!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgqs4j6spRb6LXKLiQo2txbXsRS5JfT_Vg90mwhowFjToHlqJNSVN123OY6mp0BIS4kIKO05eCEZ3dAQWVa6i65xE6WSwZtjpTP0Zk1vtKUDw4aygxlKr9HYYRrGyIk10ahj0WSKp4TDDV/s1600/illus52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgqs4j6spRb6LXKLiQo2txbXsRS5JfT_Vg90mwhowFjToHlqJNSVN123OY6mp0BIS4kIKO05eCEZ3dAQWVa6i65xE6WSwZtjpTP0Zk1vtKUDw4aygxlKr9HYYRrGyIk10ahj0WSKp4TDDV/s320/illus52.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They put it into
the red-hot crinkly paper fire
<br />
in the kitchen; but it would
not burn either.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZmnLtLwDgIe719QnilQ3ul0qug-Is_j-W6mIXv_VZCfIqyCMI8vQpzFvaT_7hanCk31v5jzQkP6IhCU5YRR7cb_YdYM-R5Jgx0jhet0A3s5RzGbgqa_BlvfqeWpB2xOMuEMDaostarV_/s1600/illus55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZmnLtLwDgIe719QnilQ3ul0qug-Is_j-W6mIXv_VZCfIqyCMI8vQpzFvaT_7hanCk31v5jzQkP6IhCU5YRR7cb_YdYM-R5Jgx0jhet0A3s5RzGbgqa_BlvfqeWpB2xOMuEMDaostarV_/s320/illus55.jpg" width="271" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tom Thumb went up the
kitchen <br />
chimney and
looked out at the top</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLjN0jOjQKXCEvyEfAaWnJIV3rGA7dvd7eu9xSJxTEayZosMWpX2CKbv1oUIe4MiHZIm43z5L35VGdnBPFjagloee-ySzF2rnB9RSGaqJvlpbZPAiWSyUokmmulKapx63-fRbAFYm5YtLG/s1600/illus58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLjN0jOjQKXCEvyEfAaWnJIV3rGA7dvd7eu9xSJxTEayZosMWpX2CKbv1oUIe4MiHZIm43z5L35VGdnBPFjagloee-ySzF2rnB9RSGaqJvlpbZPAiWSyUokmmulKapx63-fRbAFYm5YtLG/s320/illus58.jpg" width="269" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When she turned
them upside down, there <br />
was
nothing inside except red and
blue beads.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
14:04 - "Sago." <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sago" target="_blank">Sago</a> is a starch that comes from the stem of certain tropical palms. It's used to make a type of flour, and is commonly made into small "pearls" that are similar to tapioca, which you can see is also available in the dolls' kitchen.<br />
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbx7QwXe5vZiExgIp-YbXgAD2RbvT0HohyqX9h2JiK_iiyCCxec0OA9fXZc0hx4dCc1zFckI5WTslWTkSm1w06TCvj1DYdnDK_y3tRsjWp1GOOu07pWxzzPzMyZqMp8AwGHa44PTM95doX/s1600/illus61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbx7QwXe5vZiExgIp-YbXgAD2RbvT0HohyqX9h2JiK_iiyCCxec0OA9fXZc0hx4dCc1zFckI5WTslWTkSm1w06TCvj1DYdnDK_y3tRsjWp1GOOu07pWxzzPzMyZqMp8AwGHa44PTM95doX/s320/illus61.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She remembered
that she herself was in
want of a feather bed.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
14:27 - "bolster." As you can probably tell from context, a <a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/bolster" target="_blank">bolster</a> is a long pillow or cushion. <br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX45NJRoyyaTmKPO8h2wz1HDytLtJDeQav_RoeCYhoJFsniOSixVnF32niIV_gsCHOOZveXodWm26YhqJHYopavKNxFRC3mSPclsCy5XQvM4_uz1ozPu3JjbXQHVnRym3F4Phx_izK3NOl/s1600/illus64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX45NJRoyyaTmKPO8h2wz1HDytLtJDeQav_RoeCYhoJFsniOSixVnF32niIV_gsCHOOZveXodWm26YhqJHYopavKNxFRC3mSPclsCy5XQvM4_uz1ozPu3JjbXQHVnRym3F4Phx_izK3NOl/s320/illus64.jpg" width="267" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Tom Thumb's assistance
she carried the
bolster downstairs.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYjmvjXq_LVye4XPvfoHte_CgFcXu-ELNBuPR5EfR0UVSHwaE8GW-9JFpn6iuKFte42AxfWE_gdL-74-Q5JtwO4gZDjt28qkYuRZ4be6n-paWw4iZHo8zPdV4m-vbde-d0b24ly4FYR34/s1600/illus67.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYjmvjXq_LVye4XPvfoHte_CgFcXu-ELNBuPR5EfR0UVSHwaE8GW-9JFpn6iuKFte42AxfWE_gdL-74-Q5JtwO4gZDjt28qkYuRZ4be6n-paWw4iZHo8zPdV4m-vbde-d0b24ly4FYR34/s320/illus67.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The book-case and the bird-cage
refused to go into the
mouse-hole.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjXaEEhIsCMkvJCcC20AwGzTstWmAGirb_Byhf1QtIf0CQAG_LFxbrK16InSZh_Ncaa8y7bmGptDKcac7pG5wsTZ2tUHnYHF_VTIFsbuTiqERHqg7l7PnGvtbHf68iIdjC9IDG7MrDs2ZN/s1600/illus70.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjXaEEhIsCMkvJCcC20AwGzTstWmAGirb_Byhf1QtIf0CQAG_LFxbrK16InSZh_Ncaa8y7bmGptDKcac7pG5wsTZ2tUHnYHF_VTIFsbuTiqERHqg7l7PnGvtbHf68iIdjC9IDG7MrDs2ZN/s320/illus70.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hunca Munca went to fetch a cradle.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYb6449EXHyx7EF2dPbJxyjuX-SWaOs7-gdZgi6DysvHwYF35GrDuHYCs1ZuUqoRt3uFhC2dnTbP5hEG1uec4Manb6e14_tBkSPvqjMgs2zGnyJtfK_8ERyC-1PubdZ7rtr9Yn9Ps4EGhP/s1600/illus73.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYb6449EXHyx7EF2dPbJxyjuX-SWaOs7-gdZgi6DysvHwYF35GrDuHYCs1ZuUqoRt3uFhC2dnTbP5hEG1uec4Manb6e14_tBkSPvqjMgs2zGnyJtfK_8ERyC-1PubdZ7rtr9Yn9Ps4EGhP/s320/illus73.jpg" width="265" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The
mice rushed back to their hole,
<br />
and the dolls came into the
nursery.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMt8zD5-upTyUUMu9chHL-5U4jdfFpDe0Y1Q9WudK-9l2f_GCq2rXf-Ot0VPlKu43qgJ57XJVp1FiQ3qMEuN0ZtpjcewBxWv3bfRNS0NX-w3doFWBvqtXyO5Dxt5XiSEgTiKTAytuMI9eB/s1600/illus76.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMt8zD5-upTyUUMu9chHL-5U4jdfFpDe0Y1Q9WudK-9l2f_GCq2rXf-Ot0VPlKu43qgJ57XJVp1FiQ3qMEuN0ZtpjcewBxWv3bfRNS0NX-w3doFWBvqtXyO5Dxt5XiSEgTiKTAytuMI9eB/s320/illus76.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a sight met the eyes
of Jane and Lucinda!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCNur8O4zyemakVrgWfmIdwOz_eYArQP2xTnom8hBFIRAXV24PdUhZQFIKT7jvO3fvmf3e7cgWKDSIRywU60GG__GlkjixYsp-qwJNIWdfV8BHMpNfREwutNc9X9zMLGELybwB5eDFGXXV/s1600/illus79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCNur8O4zyemakVrgWfmIdwOz_eYArQP2xTnom8hBFIRAXV24PdUhZQFIKT7jvO3fvmf3e7cgWKDSIRywU60GG__GlkjixYsp-qwJNIWdfV8BHMpNfREwutNc9X9zMLGELybwB5eDFGXXV/s320/illus79.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hunca Munca has got the
cradle, and some of Lucinda's
clothes.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
See, this here is a picture that really puts a different spin on the words. No mention is made in the narration of Tom Thumb and Hunca Munca having little baby mouselets. It doesn't necessarily excuse their wanton, angry destruction, but the thievery was quite obviously so that they might support their tiny, verminous children.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiafJbRqbSeONGLanJG57gFKs8eQttL5GstlsmEHYO-yq7fuv-aTCN8IWb60WE8myR7Z2mFhvEcZRAoovq8YfumJAb8zPJSg8tXp2p5n_JXzuD9iwxI0nlNXoAjQQ9lymHXCnzrRD5_Kyr6/s1600/illus82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiafJbRqbSeONGLanJG57gFKs8eQttL5GstlsmEHYO-yq7fuv-aTCN8IWb60WE8myR7Z2mFhvEcZRAoovq8YfumJAb8zPJSg8tXp2p5n_JXzuD9iwxI0nlNXoAjQQ9lymHXCnzrRD5_Kyr6/s320/illus82.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She also has some useful
pots and pans, and several
other things.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
We also see here how animals start to anthropomorphize: it all starts with a few doll clothes and cookware. <br />
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGgQDa39Oi0R3zURZw0xd5klMDeJqrK3aCn4i97g3h7CjLBTT6WQR0o5FKFkvc1T_QNboT7kfZr-dyon5K4Ty8Enne7Z01xD6VhJV_FpSqjvDhynIPAldlkWFCU5AuBC4qXT-LcB-i0AzA/s1600/illus85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGgQDa39Oi0R3zURZw0xd5klMDeJqrK3aCn4i97g3h7CjLBTT6WQR0o5FKFkvc1T_QNboT7kfZr-dyon5K4Ty8Enne7Z01xD6VhJV_FpSqjvDhynIPAldlkWFCU5AuBC4qXT-LcB-i0AzA/s320/illus85.jpg" width="261" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'I will get a doll dressed
like a policeman!'</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Look carefully at the windows: Jane and Lucinda are peeking out, clearly terrified that their house will be torn asunder by these vandals again.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1qa6gcx_QSbUUZXMJTfmrXcGMlhr-QI9u8cLJL8n_32eFc-UVd-Fs4_yFLngjGZuVbDwJYJm1r1xK-UsPENtYx8NkEz68Qx2lb7hnryeo26ynp_iwfo_0Q9ERGBYdml_nt4n_ITZkc1uC/s1600/illus88.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1qa6gcx_QSbUUZXMJTfmrXcGMlhr-QI9u8cLJL8n_32eFc-UVd-Fs4_yFLngjGZuVbDwJYJm1r1xK-UsPENtYx8NkEz68Qx2lb7hnryeo26ynp_iwfo_0Q9ERGBYdml_nt4n_ITZkc1uC/s320/illus88.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But the nurse said,—'I
will set a mouse-trap!'</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
"No no, it's perfectly safe. Go on, Timmy. You go first." <br />
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpuuykrgUis89bD2nu3ueCvYnXgd-21vdkGxTsObVyyV79X4A9EHeDPs5rw9EtA3KURhJcrVHsDx7rVEGbvx3aYkS5nZDt_pU4rsxVLkvvV4f-x2OfjVz5frJ1uHLtRwUnMBGPMKGA93n6/s1600/illus92.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpuuykrgUis89bD2nu3ueCvYnXgd-21vdkGxTsObVyyV79X4A9EHeDPs5rw9EtA3KURhJcrVHsDx7rVEGbvx3aYkS5nZDt_pU4rsxVLkvvV4f-x2OfjVz5frJ1uHLtRwUnMBGPMKGA93n6/s320/illus92.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Upon Christmas Eve, he and
Hunca Munca stuffed <br />
it into
one of the stockings of Lucinda
and Jane.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
You know, this whole thing is some sort of horror story if told from the perspective of Jane and Lucinda.<br />
<br />
Oh, and Lucinda: Jane's your "cook," but she never does any cooking <i>and</i> she shares your bed? You're not fooling anyone. <br />
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT7igOFJ3cEfhnjzWiqTXs4XzemK0-_n3rpSJrgPcwM-6R60FaSo8IvDHQCzrQtS0HT0QWBfeWAhGlIMhOc0yb4tlq_062dkB7-zx1TalNiw__0uE4K5V04FlHdaIkVY2ys-XSE_gRTUFc/s1600/illus95.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT7igOFJ3cEfhnjzWiqTXs4XzemK0-_n3rpSJrgPcwM-6R60FaSo8IvDHQCzrQtS0HT0QWBfeWAhGlIMhOc0yb4tlq_062dkB7-zx1TalNiw__0uE4K5V04FlHdaIkVY2ys-XSE_gRTUFc/s320/illus95.jpg" width="269" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hunca
Munca comes
with her dust-pan <br />
and her
broom to sweep the Dollies'
house!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
And the moral of this one, I suppose is... that it's okay to break into people's houses to destroy and/or steal their property because it will ultimately civilize you? I feel like Potter is drifting away from the clear-cut morality tales of Peter, Nutkin, and Benjamin.<br />
<br />
<h3>
The Tale of Mr Jeremy Fisher</h3>
<h3>
</h3>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjzd6w6Y9L7T_LlNLBYXYBPRTLMUglzKyChcpYQPnWXZWES_nVg7pUKwUe6QB4n7Ul_Ag84N5tWYvhlDMkCl8kiTHZFPIgBgmeDsv2DoTz54qxwW8nsTgeWfLoUfwlqSMEoOv6BLu0NZJ/s1600/1frontis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjzd6w6Y9L7T_LlNLBYXYBPRTLMUglzKyChcpYQPnWXZWES_nVg7pUKwUe6QB4n7Ul_Ag84N5tWYvhlDMkCl8kiTHZFPIgBgmeDsv2DoTz54qxwW8nsTgeWfLoUfwlqSMEoOv6BLu0NZJ/s320/1frontis.jpg" width="259" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frontispiece</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBU3Dnbnz1UxlOD4qD-FyJUV556Y1Y5a3F9j8PmBtrRAvqoXdGn9gGhXb0bxidmLUM755o0o3BrgxYYcWB5bJC9vPR1X8wFpg_gOUG_Irxl7GSWHHtkWZu3T07Z-AYEyaKwaPWDCCY8sMv/s1600/2title.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBU3Dnbnz1UxlOD4qD-FyJUV556Y1Y5a3F9j8PmBtrRAvqoXdGn9gGhXb0bxidmLUM755o0o3BrgxYYcWB5bJC9vPR1X8wFpg_gOUG_Irxl7GSWHHtkWZu3T07Z-AYEyaKwaPWDCCY8sMv/s1600/2title.png" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Title illustration</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg12hOX02vrmRLtWBFGaKNYZz4fzBPOtxIaN4OMjW4JWEh1RvjOd-1gvG4P_HZ9Ka3oBL_HwtnAgawj8Y6ZeWy_xLYZ0PLUSDDOitUtLbzF6a0HVE2g0GuAIfUBA44-3mGMH-P9gGhtm2W3/s1600/jf04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg12hOX02vrmRLtWBFGaKNYZz4fzBPOtxIaN4OMjW4JWEh1RvjOd-1gvG4P_HZ9Ka3oBL_HwtnAgawj8Y6ZeWy_xLYZ0PLUSDDOitUtLbzF6a0HVE2g0GuAIfUBA44-3mGMH-P9gGhtm2W3/s320/jf04.jpg" width="275" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr.
Jeremy Fisher.</td></tr>
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<br />
Jeremy here, with the dark spots behind his eyes and the stripes on his hind legs, is <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/nature/22120791" target="_blank">probably</a> a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_frog" target="_blank">common frog</a>, found throughout most of Europe and into Russia.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJU9f4Sf53lBryZXFBDOeF89VJjQevQvFjLZFO4P3Y9KPuw0905HZ63533J81ikG7RODjobuvpAfGAXu68ae_Hqq5qGEM7bMD1lF9LQCJ2Jc0SufOF4SQGrfCRAvMcOPgrDjjZxbPWItE/s1600/jf05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJU9f4Sf53lBryZXFBDOeF89VJjQevQvFjLZFO4P3Y9KPuw0905HZ63533J81ikG7RODjobuvpAfGAXu68ae_Hqq5qGEM7bMD1lF9LQCJ2Jc0SufOF4SQGrfCRAvMcOPgrDjjZxbPWItE/s320/jf05.jpg" width="280" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But Mr. Jeremy liked getting
his feet wet.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitA3LyvrLSG-Boc9-qwJdSaKIM-OhXxsvvylCW-AoHdHe6lrWUAdG22uqZwBgSQdFjVNeAp8I39xT51t4ih8NBQvAUm_grVjw1R3PEVAYI_pbvu3iVe5H0V2d9HS8kCJHmGMCMgV2qVRKl/s1600/jf06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitA3LyvrLSG-Boc9-qwJdSaKIM-OhXxsvvylCW-AoHdHe6lrWUAdG22uqZwBgSQdFjVNeAp8I39xT51t4ih8NBQvAUm_grVjw1R3PEVAYI_pbvu3iVe5H0V2d9HS8kCJHmGMCMgV2qVRKl/s320/jf06.jpg" width="271" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He was quite pleased when
he looked <br />
out and saw
large drops of rain.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqYnluaLP70YfhATRtQmE3-vq2OAlhxMdKP8AGOMOw3jIXRZrHxUjhX_lTFaIFByu018Gl0UUVFEAFfxgBPRe18vGx6ElI7jA0ofwQSKytwhPX78o3g0HTUnk7leiGol4Iw21MT4-oW8kF/s1600/jf07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqYnluaLP70YfhATRtQmE3-vq2OAlhxMdKP8AGOMOw3jIXRZrHxUjhX_lTFaIFByu018Gl0UUVFEAFfxgBPRe18vGx6ElI7jA0ofwQSKytwhPX78o3g0HTUnk7leiGol4Iw21MT4-oW8kF/s320/jf07.jpg" width="276" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'I will get some worms
and go fishing.'</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNEo0N89vShmdXMaKrk9K_IJ6MnLWIIcX0RHDzhTYd1jL0-fuKPHMlgn5trBe7ysFFwBLJsQh5fKAfh8xJcrpY1Yi-0_ZFve1uV6_HIOiVPWTchLyQ_vBUrbdi0d8EU69cZpxMDwaaMFq/s1600/jf08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNEo0N89vShmdXMaKrk9K_IJ6MnLWIIcX0RHDzhTYd1jL0-fuKPHMlgn5trBe7ysFFwBLJsQh5fKAfh8xJcrpY1Yi-0_ZFve1uV6_HIOiVPWTchLyQ_vBUrbdi0d8EU69cZpxMDwaaMFq/s320/jf08.jpg" width="276" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He set off
with enormous hops to <br />
the
place where he kept his boat.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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18:53 - "macintosh." For those of us who live in the States, a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mackintosh" target="_blank">Mackintosh</a> (as the spelling has now been standardized) is a generic term for a raincoat, though properly speaking it specifically means one made out of a rubberized fabric. It was named for its creator, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Macintosh" target="_blank">Charles Macintosh</a>, who first started selling them in 1824. Apparently, the early coats had a tendency to melt in hot weather, and were also pretty smelly and stiff. This was largely fixed in the 1840s when <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Hancock_%28inventor%29" target="_blank">Thomas Hancock</a>, who by that point owned Macintosh's clothing company, patented the process of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vulcanization" target="_blank">vulcanization</a>. This process involves adding sulfur to the rubber (<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sulfur" target="_blank">sulfur</a> --> <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volcano" target="_blank">volcanoes</a> --> <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vulcan_%28mythology%29" target="_blank">Vulcan</a>, Roman god of volcanos --> vulcanization), which cures it and makes it more durable, pliable, and less sticky. This now lets use use rubber for things like car tires, shoe soles, and hockey pucks.<br />
<br />
...short answer: it's a raincoat.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boat was round and
green, <br />
and very like the
other lily-leaves.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH7IC398BVyWUtE4cyRzHMmqMVcEo9cnhH2CR4kcDHDSeykHxoJEnmw3cSsbH-_X1CTpz3bZsITRHXCkcaQ8mYAGfL4C8LASJtkwMkaQE8L1-95vKZv8DhaUWOA44FpCLKAMtc8U1qxBef/s1600/jf10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH7IC398BVyWUtE4cyRzHMmqMVcEo9cnhH2CR4kcDHDSeykHxoJEnmw3cSsbH-_X1CTpz3bZsITRHXCkcaQ8mYAGfL4C8LASJtkwMkaQE8L1-95vKZv8DhaUWOA44FpCLKAMtc8U1qxBef/s320/jf10.jpg" width="282" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. Jeremy took a reed
pole, and <br />
pushed the
boat out into open water.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEici-c2_yqdNig0HIADnydrtcPF-WABoBkxQEe3lSjwoMsneuz5i-DEDBarlGlN6uwdaoBUBJHCdo9Xx4QHWDT3lRTuH3wV0wfefWLIJ0kHs0Lp1qoPZcCBP6tQ7q4okdv9TTXtH1YzZJ2I/s1600/jf11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEici-c2_yqdNig0HIADnydrtcPF-WABoBkxQEe3lSjwoMsneuz5i-DEDBarlGlN6uwdaoBUBJHCdo9Xx4QHWDT3lRTuH3wV0wfefWLIJ0kHs0Lp1qoPZcCBP6tQ7q4okdv9TTXtH1YzZJ2I/s320/jf11.jpg" width="288" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He settled himself
cross-legged <br />
and arranged his
fishing tackle.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK0LWu9vNpNK6xrE8zb-F6Aj9V1H1A4MyhwEP5KRuyL5JeFJt5Ek8he5dhicvz1NhL8a0w_m-2bUxiocgvJzDejVSj8X-Axxi6BLwmubYlyoq6QDBAbaE_MiZioXWVVMltpwLD4JX69oLz/s1600/jf12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK0LWu9vNpNK6xrE8zb-F6Aj9V1H1A4MyhwEP5KRuyL5JeFJt5Ek8he5dhicvz1NhL8a0w_m-2bUxiocgvJzDejVSj8X-Axxi6BLwmubYlyoq6QDBAbaE_MiZioXWVVMltpwLD4JX69oLz/s320/jf12.jpg" width="284" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For nearly an
hour he stared at the float.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqjluZRh759Ms1zH8lcHQIosZh57VyDM7Y1hFiDpc83ue2yDb1uFNH5NRbXc-VYote8jvrgRxE0yrho5g2Cu1lUuOnzEQIs1QKJZ-GlAbzitvnmsWmsI4RxvlMEhVFDhTA3OpcaavlJbz/s1600/jf13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqjluZRh759Ms1zH8lcHQIosZh57VyDM7Y1hFiDpc83ue2yDb1uFNH5NRbXc-VYote8jvrgRxE0yrho5g2Cu1lUuOnzEQIs1QKJZ-GlAbzitvnmsWmsI4RxvlMEhVFDhTA3OpcaavlJbz/s320/jf13.jpg" width="279" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'I will eat a butterfly sandwich,
and wait till the
shower is over.'</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNk5Xeu8oc9mMI93K5Z_Po8XHAaz6wilv-E3Y_ePxPAgEYCMUeeAhnYNgx4cXPlNhivYvUwBxwxZuJIbjH8o7550gEpThzAwx9dfkaPZ178JkpxtzNbg5w073RSWQTAj2CguDc_UM9oc-q/s1600/jf14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNk5Xeu8oc9mMI93K5Z_Po8XHAaz6wilv-E3Y_ePxPAgEYCMUeeAhnYNgx4cXPlNhivYvUwBxwxZuJIbjH8o7550gEpThzAwx9dfkaPZ178JkpxtzNbg5w073RSWQTAj2CguDc_UM9oc-q/s320/jf14.jpg" width="281" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A great big water-beetle
tweaked the toe
of one of his goloshes.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsjuwyTk-Pzm5Sp-x7o8RPV_KhZ_9q6xSwqOqvGGfREH-jFcZiE3nXlsVQSlKVq2UvV1RvKK4_uQKMj9LHC1Lv4F2E-ONBUsJ_LgdHbl-wx0ThSZOGc_M1goKaoCdWYfqIbKr-zHiPCqO/s1600/jf15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsjuwyTk-Pzm5Sp-x7o8RPV_KhZ_9q6xSwqOqvGGfREH-jFcZiE3nXlsVQSlKVq2UvV1RvKK4_uQKMj9LHC1Lv4F2E-ONBUsJ_LgdHbl-wx0ThSZOGc_M1goKaoCdWYfqIbKr-zHiPCqO/s320/jf15.jpg" width="283" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'I trust that is not a rat,'
said Mr. Jeremy Fisher.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There was a bite almost
directly!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'A minnow! a minnow! I
have him by the nose!'</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUDAjM8hS47i8gLj4pSD0mwQExuuhHSMjxDHbKwmI8CfBfkPf1idhzu7DKxurbBPPD9U7AiOAZBCYlOhldTM0fi_bVod3L4zJqrNMNXdaiw03LLn61jw1BVMrbaLfkWAJvq3q7d6Gm79K/s1600/jf18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUDAjM8hS47i8gLj4pSD0mwQExuuhHSMjxDHbKwmI8CfBfkPf1idhzu7DKxurbBPPD9U7AiOAZBCYlOhldTM0fi_bVod3L4zJqrNMNXdaiw03LLn61jw1BVMrbaLfkWAJvq3q7d6Gm79K/s320/jf18.jpg" width="291" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The stickleback floundered
about the boat.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stickleback" target="_blank">Sticklebacks</a> are weird fish. They don't have scales, for one thing, though they do of course have sharp spines along their backs. All species of sticklebacks show a similar mating behavior, which is also odd for fish: the male makes a nest out of vegetation, the female lays her eggs in the nest, and the male fertilizes them and guards them until they hatch.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO0l8hA8_z11ukECmYbMc9zyGZ4VVc6HJoFphcTepWdP_cbtim_EEe4TLvOLJjOnMtzh2DPzQ6heG2stxSnX4dgxIHLR0fYLyUSBrgdtFLlD5M9N2ugx19lPLArs1EjpO6-aOE2SV2PV2c/s1600/jf19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO0l8hA8_z11ukECmYbMc9zyGZ4VVc6HJoFphcTepWdP_cbtim_EEe4TLvOLJjOnMtzh2DPzQ6heG2stxSnX4dgxIHLR0fYLyUSBrgdtFLlD5M9N2ugx19lPLArs1EjpO6-aOE2SV2PV2c/s320/jf19.jpg" width="272" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A shoal of other little
fishes put their heads
out, and laughed.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsr1egGPZlBBP7kOUWXQSINsj4ApJ5ozPM6Fva_novxRq8C38Rir22dklxu-asCiXq_jRP6_2F8upAepY750r58HTZLM52jIE64jvWQjrBcMTAJZPXXp1Lp87pQBbhj_NXPLNQSgOanNRs/s1600/jf20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsr1egGPZlBBP7kOUWXQSINsj4ApJ5ozPM6Fva_novxRq8C38Rir22dklxu-asCiXq_jRP6_2F8upAepY750r58HTZLM52jIE64jvWQjrBcMTAJZPXXp1Lp87pQBbhj_NXPLNQSgOanNRs/s320/jf20.jpg" width="277" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. Jeremy sat
disconsolately on the
<br />
edge of his boat, sucking his
sore fingers. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A great big enormous
trout came up—ker-pflop-p-p-p!
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with a splash—and
it seized Mr. Jeremy with
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This trout is most likely a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_trout" target="_blank">brown trout</a> (<i>Salmo trutta</i>) which is the most common freshwater trout in Britain. And seriously, compare this illustration to the images on Wikipedia. Man, Beatrix Potter was good.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In less
than half a minute it spat him
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He swam with
all his might to the edge of
the pond.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He hopped home across
the meadow <br />
with his macintosh
all in tatters.</td></tr>
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21:58 - "What a mercy that was not a pike!" Whereas a
brown trout in a small freshwater pond would likely only grow to maybe a
foot long and weigh a couple of pounds, the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Northern_pike" target="_blank">northern pike</a>
averages between two to five feet and can weigh over 50 pounds! They
are also known to be pretty aggressive feeders that are not terribly
particular about their prey, so it's doubtful that poor Jeremy's
mackintosh would've put one of them off.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His friends both came to
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sir Isaac Newton
wore his black and gold
waistcoat.</td></tr>
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AHAHAAA GET IT HE'S A NEWT! Oh, that really delights me more than it should. Sir Isaac here is <a href="http://www.somersetarg.org.uk/downloads/EasterNewtHuntGuide" target="_blank">probably</a> a great or <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Northern_crested_newt" target="_blank">Northern crested newt</a> (<i>Triturus cristatus</i>), the largest and rarest of the three newts native to Great Britain. Since the relative sizes here are unclear, the black-on-gold irregular blotches on his "waistcoat" are the clue. Assuming that Sir Isaac is, in fact, a male, we can also tell that it is not mating season, because then he would have a very large, prominent crest running down his back. Also, I'm a huge dork, and once again love Potter's attention to scientific details.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. Alderman Ptolemy
Tortoise brought <br />
a salad
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As an <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alderman#United_Kingdom" target="_blank">alderman</a>, Mr. Ptolemy Tortoise is a member of the municipal assembly or council who was elected not by popular vote, but by members of the council themselves.<br />
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And... I'm really not sure what species of tortoise he's supposed to be. I didn't know this, but Great Britain <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/nature/22062931" target="_blank">doesn't actually HAVE</a> any native species of turtle, except for some sea turtles around their coasts. There are now a couple of introduced terrapins, the red-eared slider and the European pond turtle, but those are both semi-aquatic, and Ptolemy here is quite definitely a land-dweller. Hmm. Probably someone's imported pet.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They had a
roasted grasshopper with
lady-bird sauce.</td></tr>
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22:37 - "lady-bird sauce." Here's another England/US thing. In the States, we mostly call these "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coccinellidae" target="_blank">ladybugs</a>." Apparently, entomologists tend to call them either ladybird beetles or lady beetles, since they aren't <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemiptera" target="_blank">true bugs</a>, which I didn't even know was a thing until now.<br />
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And the moral is: don't go fishing. Can do! <br />
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All right, that's all for now! Thanks for listening!<br />
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<br />
<i>If you would like to read along, the texts and illustrations can be found at Project Gutenberg: <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/14838/14838-h/14838-h.htm" target="_blank">Peter Rabbit</a>, <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/45264/45264-h/45264-h.htm" target="_blank">Two Bad Mice</a>, and <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/15077/15077-h/15077-h.htm" target="_blank">Mr Jeremy Fisher</a>. No reading ahead, though!</i>
Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037365210815669475.post-57199475281770194682015-07-06T21:00:00.000-04:002020-03-06T23:40:25.649-05:00"The Tales of Peter Rabbit, Squirrel Nutkin, and Benjamin Bunny," by Beatrix PotterIn which adorable anthropomorphic animals are threatened with grisly deaths in a trio of short morality plays involving a variety of produce.<br />
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All right, full disclosure, I was planning on reading a totally different story for you this time around, but then I found a beautiful hardcover collection of Beatrix Potter's complete tales and I was all "HOW DID I NOT KNOW BEATRIX POTTER'S STORIES WERE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN?" and I decided I had to read some of them. Also, the story I had planned had serious English accents, and that sounded hard.<br />
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Anyway, not too much to say that I didn't go over in the intro, except that with these stories ("Peter Rabbit," specifically) Potter essentially invented merchandizing. Very shortly after "Peter Rabbit" was published, she patented a Peter Rabbit doll and board game. A wide variety of officially licensed toys, games, books, decorations, dishes, etc. followed, making her and her publishers a zillion dollars.<br />
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Now, Potter's illustrations are just as famous -- if not even more so -- than the actual stories, and they are <i>quite</i> numerous. I'll be splitting them up by story, and much like with the <i>Oz</i> books they're so numerous that time-stamping them is practically pointless, so I won't bother. Heck, even just captioning them I practically copied all of the text. The few notes that I deemed necessary are time-stamped, though, and in their proper places.<br />
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The Tale of Peter Rabbit </h3>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frontispiece - His mother put him to <br />
bed, and made some camomile tea; <br />
and she gave a dose of it to Peter!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, <br />
underneath the root of a very big fir-tree.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'Now my dears,' said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, <br />
'you may go into
the fields or down the lane, <br />
but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden.'</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'Now run along, and don't get <br />
into mischief. I am going out.'</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgP5KA1vwfhTDXUWKkoVrcPfrqWTpDfts1rhbgPJ2QtreoembHs0vHPKkXnJOLY2iEwIoyIGKKgCmqcYEd0hILDg9eRRrW_2XmpXEgvAMLBbg_qwmm4H-OD0UCt5KTx6v-1f50ZOOW0LgY/s1600/peter15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgP5KA1vwfhTDXUWKkoVrcPfrqWTpDfts1rhbgPJ2QtreoembHs0vHPKkXnJOLY2iEwIoyIGKKgCmqcYEd0hILDg9eRRrW_2XmpXEgvAMLBbg_qwmm4H-OD0UCt5KTx6v-1f50ZOOW0LgY/s320/peter15.jpg" width="258" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her <br />
umbrella, and went through
the wood to the baker's.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghzgSHiJG10BRUTm6qD11_JSl9FJiE7Ejy2qeMuZknZ5RDYf6eOdhoSaKNktb3JiPYyha-J45S66mjS6PNS5I61VQS3iAvQ3Z2suXLnqA5GhZjTSCUwc9dpJUg5AwLmiTM44r9zmnbpqN5/s1600/peter16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghzgSHiJG10BRUTm6qD11_JSl9FJiE7Ejy2qeMuZknZ5RDYf6eOdhoSaKNktb3JiPYyha-J45S66mjS6PNS5I61VQS3iAvQ3Z2suXLnqA5GhZjTSCUwc9dpJUg5AwLmiTM44r9zmnbpqN5/s320/peter16.jpg" width="261" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who <br />
were good little bunnies, went
down <br />
the lane to gather blackberries.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDRdEh6zac3-q1Lgy2T9QvenkJEc0iPwnmIxLPpquiC9aZh3_Gf0G1HyMPYfeeTvJx4yqqbzyRCYETzinPIUW_xSrT9rmEMAsXGeMb_iFF5RoDXLNKOF-dO6kcno91aav2ofE1UphRNl-N/s1600/peter19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDRdEh6zac3-q1Lgy2T9QvenkJEc0iPwnmIxLPpquiC9aZh3_Gf0G1HyMPYfeeTvJx4yqqbzyRCYETzinPIUW_xSrT9rmEMAsXGeMb_iFF5RoDXLNKOF-dO6kcno91aav2ofE1UphRNl-N/s320/peter19.jpg" width="296" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to <br />
Mr. McGregor's
garden, and squeezed under the gate!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuxIflZ-lZFjPkTcrYSohfI59bBFbAIFZgaweTSWU2FtDaRfIZl2I4Qu5Xmu1FQX2CYjYE7U1L9wtUYjNGXcdyASRIGSVW3fuRYjc6o7DoX8_BfdPnrQCnEvfelm1vAFCf3QifdlwMVz31/s1600/peter20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuxIflZ-lZFjPkTcrYSohfI59bBFbAIFZgaweTSWU2FtDaRfIZl2I4Qu5Xmu1FQX2CYjYE7U1L9wtUYjNGXcdyASRIGSVW3fuRYjc6o7DoX8_BfdPnrQCnEvfelm1vAFCf3QifdlwMVz31/s320/peter20.jpg" width="273" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First he ate some lettuces and some French <br />
beans; and then he ate
some radishes;</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzIxrCxwdozz4uCZLmdW0P7Myx5hELI8EXCmrmQDE4TEeFapo65vX35iInRAmilwNriSPfwPbpnZ9FlCL7344pBodlLOxqnM-3SFs0L7BVRHRZvRY-oV1ELotpx-Pe8WEddz2c3ZsTS3yV/s1600/peter23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzIxrCxwdozz4uCZLmdW0P7Myx5hELI8EXCmrmQDE4TEeFapo65vX35iInRAmilwNriSPfwPbpnZ9FlCL7344pBodlLOxqnM-3SFs0L7BVRHRZvRY-oV1ELotpx-Pe8WEddz2c3ZsTS3yV/s320/peter23.jpg" width="261" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then, feeling rather sick, he <br />
went to look for some parsley.</td></tr>
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<div style="clear: both; height: 2em;">
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfBh-UUIJaXCiX9NZEAtGwDtbBqraWCOOGPh7gBuaQinU5bpjN7NmGXBjy4kWURT2vFLSqQicqd1jhLd1I7pEPPYb-jWb-AluWMrSXbDZK_nBygd4oawwhCQPy7JJ4dUUnr2y0bpzHsUX/s1600/peter24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfBh-UUIJaXCiX9NZEAtGwDtbBqraWCOOGPh7gBuaQinU5bpjN7NmGXBjy4kWURT2vFLSqQicqd1jhLd1I7pEPPYb-jWb-AluWMrSXbDZK_nBygd4oawwhCQPy7JJ4dUUnr2y0bpzHsUX/s320/peter24.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But round the end of a cucumber frame, <br />
whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
3:33 - "Cucumber frames." Wait... we heard about cucumber frames mentioned way, <i>way</i> back in <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2013/09/alice4-5.html"><i>Alice's Adventures in Wonderland</i></a>,
our very first book! I hadn't decided at that time to do the
unnecessarily extensive notes that I do now, so here we go: Cucumbers
grow on a creeping vine and are usually cultivated to grow up on <a href="http://www.veggiegardener.com/how-to-build-simple-cucumber-trellis/" target="_blank">trellises or frames</a>.
This makes them less susceptible to disease, less likely to rot, and
more able to reach the sun, in addition of course to saving space in
your garden.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRIp9WJjf1KGdD48iQnEZpWjDvFgWZ7CxFAqurJK0ow-l7oxwyLcWckXCdLkh2zCYZMwORmuWfskve7ObHH3Di98e0EVh_K3Gyx3UJUibgJkxli7LRUwkuKBt7njkcsjrHYfDrhGsXmVd/s1600/peter27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRIp9WJjf1KGdD48iQnEZpWjDvFgWZ7CxFAqurJK0ow-l7oxwyLcWckXCdLkh2zCYZMwORmuWfskve7ObHH3Di98e0EVh_K3Gyx3UJUibgJkxli7LRUwkuKBt7njkcsjrHYfDrhGsXmVd/s320/peter27.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He jumped up and ran after Peter, waving <br />
a rake and calling out, 'Stop thief!'</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY3THm6uVp8Zo5jrlgIm5RCBknuzUTS85u4uTPvR0fVf_ayrcwsdL1jPQOxUVABysZEC35pAvgg0O8t5yOH7y_FrnNG4r-VXthR98CCKP3VRxvWCrt-Fyk8AzRNnbwdU5hbBx1Bd1On-7E/s1600/peter28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY3THm6uVp8Zo5jrlgIm5RCBknuzUTS85u4uTPvR0fVf_ayrcwsdL1jPQOxUVABysZEC35pAvgg0O8t5yOH7y_FrnNG4r-VXthR98CCKP3VRxvWCrt-Fyk8AzRNnbwdU5hbBx1Bd1On-7E/s320/peter28.jpg" width="264" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages,<br />
and the other shoe
amongst the potatoes.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZWxbZV17y2TqHp4E2ct87-wFrFpG6mvxyNvHaZiiNDoK997X7XE0MBTBpXf-p8q-_PgK8EojwCTyP6noNeuf-yGc_i8AQyTnrvIbHdzWsFHq1k0yHW8-76s12ZuxeaHeObf1-Rza2r26/s1600/peter31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZWxbZV17y2TqHp4E2ct87-wFrFpG6mvxyNvHaZiiNDoK997X7XE0MBTBpXf-p8q-_PgK8EojwCTyP6noNeuf-yGc_i8AQyTnrvIbHdzWsFHq1k0yHW8-76s12ZuxeaHeObf1-Rza2r26/s320/peter31.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I
think he might have got away altogether if he <br />
had not unfortunately
run into a gooseberry net</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
4:05 - "Gooseberry net." The net that Peter gets his buttons caught in is placed over <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gooseberry" target="_blank">gooseberry</a> bushes to <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/gardening/basics/techniques/growfruitandveg_growinggooseberries1.shtml" target="_blank">keep the birds away</a>. In my opinion, this explains the next part.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXxjlblPAH9diLCy5GJsIMi5CwHVRtI1bWU6nxtSbrpC_pHINb3pgWF3rlN0VGK7NhMZjfGUdMbRN6p2p8BguIjG7bjxm5i1poTOjjcwMSYJRFEKNsznKm1uYznHzirLBD7pJULlmDvLe/s1600/peter32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXxjlblPAH9diLCy5GJsIMi5CwHVRtI1bWU6nxtSbrpC_pHINb3pgWF3rlN0VGK7NhMZjfGUdMbRN6p2p8BguIjG7bjxm5i1poTOjjcwMSYJRFEKNsznKm1uYznHzirLBD7pJULlmDvLe/s320/peter32.jpg" width="273" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His sobs were
overheard by some friendly<br />
sparrows, who... implored him to exert himself.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW2zsiyZNQghVosh2eppbmyNDU6cIlL5RtvE_G5bFYZuJ7uj9XduLkTpdm49mybvjjl9dU4lcpaZRge92AXC9eYKEkvIYgGqlroMnp1AaMXcNSj_KEosOQaJK3Xp1q2Q-3QE5LGfMfIk1R/s1600/peter35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW2zsiyZNQghVosh2eppbmyNDU6cIlL5RtvE_G5bFYZuJ7uj9XduLkTpdm49mybvjjl9dU4lcpaZRge92AXC9eYKEkvIYgGqlroMnp1AaMXcNSj_KEosOQaJK3Xp1q2Q-3QE5LGfMfIk1R/s320/peter35.jpg" width="307" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVefaC6HhPEx4aYL1Ag1MLAJ5FxIHBtSLMp0D6K-07x3rrgTFM-z_lGk1xQRfdyd3UMQV0v9K888fkvtn264rLdl291V5P1XEfl7NT-cdk5O78_MmyaOnRkSgI9gqjBiEZ9ikD31hPi8BK/s1600/peter36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVefaC6HhPEx4aYL1Ag1MLAJ5FxIHBtSLMp0D6K-07x3rrgTFM-z_lGk1xQRfdyd3UMQV0v9K888fkvtn264rLdl291V5P1XEfl7NT-cdk5O78_MmyaOnRkSgI9gqjBiEZ9ikD31hPi8BK/s320/peter36.jpg" width="310" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And rushed into the tool-shed, and jumped into a can.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixaM-CI3g1pQxUCr9C0odG09Nze3oGkTwsozRYtUMSCkH6W9JvfUcSOyh2s408HMwpHEOOj5yFp2wL3dKbLDw6JqwgKs-PBQ8UllIDc7gw7BWMkq0X1VHTDNkM_kXFRjV4WEdupzM6J7Ec/s1600/peter39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixaM-CI3g1pQxUCr9C0odG09Nze3oGkTwsozRYtUMSCkH6W9JvfUcSOyh2s408HMwpHEOOj5yFp2wL3dKbLDw6JqwgKs-PBQ8UllIDc7gw7BWMkq0X1VHTDNkM_kXFRjV4WEdupzM6J7Ec/s320/peter39.jpg" width="244" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. McGregor was quite sure that <br />
Peter was somewhere in the tool-shed.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnOH0tSBPYHBvNOjKR7g_PQ9m5qqXTT4Gsqo8waiyg2S8vantr42Ojth-ZD3SPojTmYK0NPOlJ2p94U88mBKAEV6L8adVC6pM_VAnBm1F20A1eE_ZVUAsZSlQqlTU1tT0oTJx3ZwqTsMOV/s1600/peter40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnOH0tSBPYHBvNOjKR7g_PQ9m5qqXTT4Gsqo8waiyg2S8vantr42Ojth-ZD3SPojTmYK0NPOlJ2p94U88mBKAEV6L8adVC6pM_VAnBm1F20A1eE_ZVUAsZSlQqlTU1tT0oTJx3ZwqTsMOV/s320/peter40.jpg" width="283" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And tried to put his foot upon <br />
Peter, who jumped out of a window.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBw3Q39zpp_ORZ4sWDxNHP9dqzIut3of8mbEtCGvAApHP75HyWWA1UA_E82KaTRPoT1M47TRa3iZDtnfIQglap2Vd12tzM3eOr5lP9eUCVQ0YNC1M1EDCvkxL4mFbV39NYaZO3eB17Xe3/s1600/peter43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBw3Q39zpp_ORZ4sWDxNHP9dqzIut3of8mbEtCGvAApHP75HyWWA1UA_E82KaTRPoT1M47TRa3iZDtnfIQglap2Vd12tzM3eOr5lP9eUCVQ0YNC1M1EDCvkxL4mFbV39NYaZO3eB17Xe3/s320/peter43.jpg" width="258" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peter sat down to rest.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8DBEz5XtZDf17PzX3D7nCb711auD0jFUC_CFPbEse93IivNISl5hnD49yhfhR3LJosoYsjwdM3JqQQZQKIS7lhgiMh1CWnIgaKdG-vpU51O-Hr4812hAFjj9HNiZ3XVXBSUB3QRrNa5Uj/s1600/peter44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8DBEz5XtZDf17PzX3D7nCb711auD0jFUC_CFPbEse93IivNISl5hnD49yhfhR3LJosoYsjwdM3JqQQZQKIS7lhgiMh1CWnIgaKdG-vpU51O-Hr4812hAFjj9HNiZ3XVXBSUB3QRrNa5Uj/s320/peter44.jpg" width="243" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ixLURNNJE5xjkLvVRAPtE6Z86_XFxbmROHJer4PalkQSEAZTpa-OoCSjQadoVTQzyjY1AGwJ8KYVeai7Wt7IrmaJfgVs0Ta6XHoy94QxkipWSPoS-8RDAYNUxj_2eLoOFidoYLvBTjJX/s1600/peter47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ixLURNNJE5xjkLvVRAPtE6Z86_XFxbmROHJer4PalkQSEAZTpa-OoCSjQadoVTQzyjY1AGwJ8KYVeai7Wt7IrmaJfgVs0Ta6XHoy94QxkipWSPoS-8RDAYNUxj_2eLoOFidoYLvBTjJX/s320/peter47.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A white cat was staring at some
gold-fish.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEwWF3OMLejvCgqZEshq9mB7rIXFKsyax89OtYgLjvJSNg1Bb1yykGYBk5TAF-dIM4I9O0pomo0ItmDXs4sAQmWlIUS2kOjcvjoLv0uC1nUZjYOlacMedHgaINsw2q3omEx2LwzNY3BsrM/s1600/peter48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEwWF3OMLejvCgqZEshq9mB7rIXFKsyax89OtYgLjvJSNg1Bb1yykGYBk5TAF-dIM4I9O0pomo0ItmDXs4sAQmWlIUS2kOjcvjoLv0uC1nUZjYOlacMedHgaINsw2q3omEx2LwzNY3BsrM/s320/peter48.jpg" width="259" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His back was
turned towards Peter, <br />
and beyond him was the gate!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtN5WhMZjxjLC2eNwSSsBdbJEAuuC8ue6wEiCaOUfol9rFhqMpjnapQeKPc8rPJuQchy8MNXG8388rfBRvWkGFPAUplfl_E2fuco1ZlLzBoNumBvZBPu_cb1Gnm08rDmkJSNIhiR63Krdi/s1600/peter51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtN5WhMZjxjLC2eNwSSsBdbJEAuuC8ue6wEiCaOUfol9rFhqMpjnapQeKPc8rPJuQchy8MNXG8388rfBRvWkGFPAUplfl_E2fuco1ZlLzBoNumBvZBPu_cb1Gnm08rDmkJSNIhiR63Krdi/s320/peter51.jpg" width="269" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He slipped underneath the gate, and was <br />
safe at last in the wood outside the garden.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3OmBEOC2EhfYGhFFh9Osl0n7zGggTZoWDkbpfrD9wYa6sJfNmUFkGAfOx6YJ1Vx37edygn3rWaPp9m0EyWDUbHCgpNt3uRc_E2UWtpfCbmfhyphenhyphenOyAvHUrUTJ1Qyimpk0jziy-Sj_mhfkl/s1600/peter52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3OmBEOC2EhfYGhFFh9Osl0n7zGggTZoWDkbpfrD9wYa6sJfNmUFkGAfOx6YJ1Vx37edygn3rWaPp9m0EyWDUbHCgpNt3uRc_E2UWtpfCbmfhyphenhyphenOyAvHUrUTJ1Qyimpk0jziy-Sj_mhfkl/s320/peter52.jpg" width="246" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. McGregor hung up the little jacket <br />
and the shoes for a scare-crow</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjmo-g_mVI1waYooRTEELypK4hj8xYTe2C4pzJyG7Meo6LYxfrsV1DS5SKV1RvntUdTBuIs0dKWS2XUNtZEIP4WDCUnZViv8zxH2acRQunsLC1E7y2NOHJyzO4fyIGUL5bJVJTBYYMIN_/s1600/peter55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjmo-g_mVI1waYooRTEELypK4hj8xYTe2C4pzJyG7Meo6LYxfrsV1DS5SKV1RvntUdTBuIs0dKWS2XUNtZEIP4WDCUnZViv8zxH2acRQunsLC1E7y2NOHJyzO4fyIGUL5bJVJTBYYMIN_/s320/peter55.jpg" width="276" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His mother was busy
cooking; she wondered <br />
what he had done with his clothes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMNrXOx24THNeErAhHqxPK2KQF7GCYGFhLR8wn4ep66QcJNPSdNf2kYOC6uzJcBLmWDFSDdGQr0Sjcn0htAa_sfVbABKXat9BA3QrtJWcWWq5wXRX8ReLB-VTeUeAhC2b_gBqt0g8QC6H/s1600/peter57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMNrXOx24THNeErAhHqxPK2KQF7GCYGFhLR8wn4ep66QcJNPSdNf2kYOC6uzJcBLmWDFSDdGQr0Sjcn0htAa_sfVbABKXat9BA3QrtJWcWWq5wXRX8ReLB-VTeUeAhC2b_gBqt0g8QC6H/s320/peter57.jpg" width="282" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.'</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIdKwPRmD1C5ZKdC7Wku8sOVDU2sbEcUkNy5EkFeEbHvAmClgDIqiFdUKZkxi62JSldf9M5hC-gs_D5_54nJnQLhGCj_smNUFkUXVcpUDV6F8WDa5dZc0fTmiBaSk3mq1QE50bPBXIOfFj/s1600/peter58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIdKwPRmD1C5ZKdC7Wku8sOVDU2sbEcUkNy5EkFeEbHvAmClgDIqiFdUKZkxi62JSldf9M5hC-gs_D5_54nJnQLhGCj_smNUFkUXVcpUDV6F8WDa5dZc0fTmiBaSk3mq1QE50bPBXIOfFj/s320/peter58.jpg" width="280" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread <br />
and milk and
blackberries for supper.</td></tr>
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<h3>
The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin </h3>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQy3Ew3zjk2DxhqsMrWw6SjXfi2O4GAbDIftQwOhNuqCXbk6lv_TVAhTFeoaCSchX8qP3-PXXMGKDx0t-BiRcmLKV6FWNpWv1oBSDrR9PjL3F2GhC0HNKEDJcQ2QvlXk1-QS0srXnUCY6/s1600/4-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQy3Ew3zjk2DxhqsMrWw6SjXfi2O4GAbDIftQwOhNuqCXbk6lv_TVAhTFeoaCSchX8qP3-PXXMGKDx0t-BiRcmLKV6FWNpWv1oBSDrR9PjL3F2GhC0HNKEDJcQ2QvlXk1-QS0srXnUCY6/s320/4-tb.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frontispiece</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_O3HfBEYmIH2lomRFKPnRK1jV7OHeUXA9CNJwI_nDXmn3THC9HhNkrtWI6IwGdpsETK3Aq9b4As6d_T1MHHsJCyOP7DSMNiJw7FCsssXCEp4_vwBgqF4Ee-vrGdvZjdYxvhEVwqjs7qX/s1600/emblem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_O3HfBEYmIH2lomRFKPnRK1jV7OHeUXA9CNJwI_nDXmn3THC9HhNkrtWI6IwGdpsETK3Aq9b4As6d_T1MHHsJCyOP7DSMNiJw7FCsssXCEp4_vwBgqF4Ee-vrGdvZjdYxvhEVwqjs7qX/s1600/emblem.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Title illustration</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwulz6IMzcc0aXBr7_YE4wDDlJrpW7MWLfDGi2ItfiixF0OP7vCVFqICjgxgrWea0SohvzNsWDVP2E1SXxW8NT7uWfqwgPaQzHG8bdV760fsCoSv3UrSr8iww6xfs5BUboEc_tWWAAOjKC/s1600/8-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwulz6IMzcc0aXBr7_YE4wDDlJrpW7MWLfDGi2ItfiixF0OP7vCVFqICjgxgrWea0SohvzNsWDVP2E1SXxW8NT7uWfqwgPaQzHG8bdV760fsCoSv3UrSr8iww6xfs5BUboEc_tWWAAOjKC/s320/8-tb.jpg" width="285" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His name was Nutkin.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgWGUr2WkhT480B3ZLck0xvU3Wd8C3-MO8IoHpPuFwqnjD8yZmQ6DXE53yKgupBjy2oeDd0LNDDcwhqI8MlUbl_EgOvwVqhMQOdK3t6BbBPT33Po9dAISEFAtYjD-aCHp15GnQBsHNaUeb/s1600/11-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgWGUr2WkhT480B3ZLck0xvU3Wd8C3-MO8IoHpPuFwqnjD8yZmQ6DXE53yKgupBjy2oeDd0LNDDcwhqI8MlUbl_EgOvwVqhMQOdK3t6BbBPT33Po9dAISEFAtYjD-aCHp15GnQBsHNaUeb/s320/11-tb.jpg" width="294" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amongst those trees stands a hollow oak-tree, which <br />
is the
house of an owl who is called Old Brown.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdt5O2s_Kvlqyb6NuHPt3FoyRahtJCJNuTxOEXu3QhgU0wYIUkSRWRhrEVt38tl_1G33M9LNZEfBhwpggS4-GCzeVDuW3WDNF0EDmy1Nw0LRicbHer5Tn-Pzn1dxL2cq5cxZeUPewCnAyo/s1600/12-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdt5O2s_Kvlqyb6NuHPt3FoyRahtJCJNuTxOEXu3QhgU0wYIUkSRWRhrEVt38tl_1G33M9LNZEfBhwpggS4-GCzeVDuW3WDNF0EDmy1Nw0LRicbHer5Tn-Pzn1dxL2cq5cxZeUPewCnAyo/s320/12-tb.jpg" width="306" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the little
squirrels came out of the <br />
wood, and down to the edge of the lake.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8DdS13q_EIImuEt04pGiqheI9DWKqArVLQS0BbKNXdepDWODFjijbHQ2jAqapnUDXLOJIjcjx8pGJarvWyXT4KpSU6NgbSO3bfvkXx_hB-SNZwwKcSWE7GBTtnoBc0IqL8Lyx7_ajCsw/s1600/15-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8DdS13q_EIImuEt04pGiqheI9DWKqArVLQS0BbKNXdepDWODFjijbHQ2jAqapnUDXLOJIjcjx8pGJarvWyXT4KpSU6NgbSO3bfvkXx_hB-SNZwwKcSWE7GBTtnoBc0IqL8Lyx7_ajCsw/s320/15-tb.jpg" width="276" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They made little rafts out of twigs.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWZiYKXnaTfp39ofyYm8r8V70UJjo80hePtwy3cI2ZoqVbAVcM4Qok_tjTbvAnWZlLefDCeycMG-yWcKeRt0zKMiUBWdWHJm8aSuOd3AUXswWBeIXnIhhFPPabNOVWSHR84xZV2sCyb1W/s1600/16-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWZiYKXnaTfp39ofyYm8r8V70UJjo80hePtwy3cI2ZoqVbAVcM4Qok_tjTbvAnWZlLefDCeycMG-yWcKeRt0zKMiUBWdWHJm8aSuOd3AUXswWBeIXnIhhFPPabNOVWSHR84xZV2sCyb1W/s320/16-tb.jpg" width="283" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'Old Mr. Brown, will you favour us with <br />
permission to gather nuts upon
your island?'</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56mltbxnbxNASZDvhycqNivv-3CzeKpxKdn5uePlHeV3hhaL8kePx-oGKtHNyCHkYipXrkm8oINSbKOdis0BvwxSvhVwTHMVcU0BiRwddihEoYs0-8lJWRbj0N3vMAO6jkLNmhW7hyphenhyphenx8M/s1600/19-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56mltbxnbxNASZDvhycqNivv-3CzeKpxKdn5uePlHeV3hhaL8kePx-oGKtHNyCHkYipXrkm8oINSbKOdis0BvwxSvhVwTHMVcU0BiRwddihEoYs0-8lJWRbj0N3vMAO6jkLNmhW7hyphenhyphenx8M/s320/19-tb.jpg" width="279" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But Nutkin was excessively impertinent in his manners.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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10:30 - "I'll give you a groat." The <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groat_%28coin%29" target="_blank">groat</a>
in Nutkin's obnoxious riddle was an English coin issued irregularly
between the 13th century and the mid-19th century. It was silver and was
worth four pence. Other countries had coins called groats as well,
particularly Scotland and Ireland of course, but Nutkin is probably
referring to the English one, though it hadn't been in general
circulation in England for nearly 50 years by the time his story was
published.<br />
<br />
(Incidentally, if you can't figure out the answers to Nutkin's riddles and haven't picked up on Potter's subtle clues, listen for the italics.) <br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrtQTIbflxkrR-5Y6qbvyOSz_C07QvVXlyrjprLaH-mBsnLRbvLb1F8uoXRLIraEKIy2U5doUn9aB_R4JAqAELstwSYPMpPoJFUg8ehFU9BSdgRVbF25cnDZVZs7tjauuSrI2oGSEXN_nr/s1600/20-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrtQTIbflxkrR-5Y6qbvyOSz_C07QvVXlyrjprLaH-mBsnLRbvLb1F8uoXRLIraEKIy2U5doUn9aB_R4JAqAELstwSYPMpPoJFUg8ehFU9BSdgRVbF25cnDZVZs7tjauuSrI2oGSEXN_nr/s320/20-tb.jpg" width="282" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The squirrels filled their little sacks with nuts.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJdx52fXrayIL4pBaxdtHWvrs2I5-hGg6zliNXlzamL-fDXwAFIVzI8NRjFNK-17_2IHRv1x70GPujSS-zmY8U-uAcTo65OAplMWxXPde-yLClfDl-BApCJ0-PbWLCir_l9qPo43m1AePU/s1600/23-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJdx52fXrayIL4pBaxdtHWvrs2I5-hGg6zliNXlzamL-fDXwAFIVzI8NRjFNK-17_2IHRv1x70GPujSS-zmY8U-uAcTo65OAplMWxXPde-yLClfDl-BApCJ0-PbWLCir_l9qPo43m1AePU/s320/23-tb.jpg" width="268" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Twinkleberry
and the others brought a fine fat mole.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKncDKbgdgyUE8FBiVcJ_ihpwCJOU4kFfmuHNd4tf4e6JrT-Voz8iG8HhAHFzdZtztaZPctCABycg1qFybH3uuf_QMrEv1pcqCD7yAD7hIlVrSThTTGcUaF7lzJZW1FP_Z8n9GGR8H0Cwa/s1600/24-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKncDKbgdgyUE8FBiVcJ_ihpwCJOU4kFfmuHNd4tf4e6JrT-Voz8iG8HhAHFzdZtztaZPctCABycg1qFybH3uuf_QMrEv1pcqCD7yAD7hIlVrSThTTGcUaF7lzJZW1FP_Z8n9GGR8H0Cwa/s320/24-tb.jpg" width="280" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'If you touch Hitty Pitty,<br />
Hitty Pitty will bite you!"</td></tr>
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<br />
11:07 - "Nettle." Is this really the first reference to nettles we've
had? Or just the first one I decided to write a note about, because they
made such a big deal about it? Either way, "nettle" can refer to a
bunch of different plants, but "true" nettles are those that belong to
the genus <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urtica" target="_blank"><i>Urtica</i></a>. The best known of these, and the one that these stories tend to refer to, is <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urtica_dioica" target="_blank"><i>Urtica dioica</i></a>,
the common or stinging nettle. They are covered with small stinging
hairs that are painful to the touch and cause a histamine reaction in
the skin. A frequent use of them in these stories is references to
"grasping the nettle firmly," because gently touching the nettle allows
the hairs to sting you, but holding it firmly crushes the hairs down so
they can't sting you so well.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKFlpdqM_njZR6SjEK07cX8GigQaOTtqhkr-r-8XP-O5DM2d35wCCJMeIq3HydCIsgF0i_itcUT8gI9QKtv322SvkinAXlZBcFRt0GF5WfMzkQhB3Dcg1Kadzs9rwhNOn9mFJr8MxUL7SE/s1600/27-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKFlpdqM_njZR6SjEK07cX8GigQaOTtqhkr-r-8XP-O5DM2d35wCCJMeIq3HydCIsgF0i_itcUT8gI9QKtv322SvkinAXlZBcFRt0GF5WfMzkQhB3Dcg1Kadzs9rwhNOn9mFJr8MxUL7SE/s320/27-tb.jpg" width="260" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nutkin
peeped through the key-hole.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjyvItvNT2abZGO5L-3GRLwnWw9NFaXdh9UHJWLQBT0jKc9hcwn9rlHlOJ6BwDiCEK-pfoVup5eipuWQ4lEcQ-xbVAdTVrDBx7NrgbxwFIocBQoIPIDlM0rAfv1yxkMnuI6CYiOvX395A/s1600/28-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjyvItvNT2abZGO5L-3GRLwnWw9NFaXdh9UHJWLQBT0jKc9hcwn9rlHlOJ6BwDiCEK-pfoVup5eipuWQ4lEcQ-xbVAdTVrDBx7NrgbxwFIocBQoIPIDlM0rAfv1yxkMnuI6CYiOvX395A/s320/28-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But Nutkin sat upon a
beech-stump playing marbles.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidyIGRiY9ocBWtuWYjIdWa6XxbYRBUQT__01HogUcuyFkm_-yf83DY6dsNAWd9NwHAkPtM4W78Tbf2k7GpnsB-40H84aW1JkdWeC58Qza3YyoQOqFa5RXfBQKnniMf1XKI8dp094R3d4o/s1600/31-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidyIGRiY9ocBWtuWYjIdWa6XxbYRBUQT__01HogUcuyFkm_-yf83DY6dsNAWd9NwHAkPtM4W78Tbf2k7GpnsB-40H84aW1JkdWeC58Qza3YyoQOqFa5RXfBQKnniMf1XKI8dp094R3d4o/s320/31-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the third day the squirrels got up very early and went fishing.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilR9iedt-gqbLHH5IWSfql0-mfXg7AA37LqQSQlyvoyNMxBBWwYqpZPF4G2Y27HIzkk0_welegkEfg0d_chrS_S3GB88arVONWy2hgiKPOgCgc3n47C6N4ZS0fpwUXPeJ9498jv5e7yRbT/s1600/32-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilR9iedt-gqbLHH5IWSfql0-mfXg7AA37LqQSQlyvoyNMxBBWwYqpZPF4G2Y27HIzkk0_welegkEfg0d_chrS_S3GB88arVONWy2hgiKPOgCgc3n47C6N4ZS0fpwUXPeJ9498jv5e7yRbT/s320/32-tb.jpg" width="280" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nutkin ran in
front, singing.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdHhWrpQUetRfmh0hdSJHqBGwnHegSS_T1F5dImtUR3je1sEU1EfsSxOtbL8ngA_1KuSAi7HGryVenzdrQPWIaxydEGcAVDIBkU3sW9W9mxHRf6AGCHKMmX94wBW3nq8lZ8aaj0oNdlN5v/s1600/35-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdHhWrpQUetRfmh0hdSJHqBGwnHegSS_T1F5dImtUR3je1sEU1EfsSxOtbL8ngA_1KuSAi7HGryVenzdrQPWIaxydEGcAVDIBkU3sW9W9mxHRf6AGCHKMmX94wBW3nq8lZ8aaj0oNdlN5v/s320/35-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Each beetle
was wrapped up carefully in a <br />
dock-leaf, fastened with a pine-needle pin.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbXzE51DKPQw6d4LgQTMwfxEyeuT5pcAibMlABs3eC1gbjwV4Iq66i8eH6vVRaURoBBfzuhydDEcYmHAnMM3MRGjo3lisHyYyPN4ckHJf8hjIiFU6kLKW9tzrQeIrbD23boAe9_XfgmOzo/s1600/36-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbXzE51DKPQw6d4LgQTMwfxEyeuT5pcAibMlABs3eC1gbjwV4Iq66i8eH6vVRaURoBBfzuhydDEcYmHAnMM3MRGjo3lisHyYyPN4ckHJf8hjIiFU6kLKW9tzrQeIrbD23boAe9_XfgmOzo/s320/36-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nutkin
gathered robin's pincushions off a briar <br />
bush, and stuck them full of
pine-needle pins.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDTeXAfc5c3EfjxTBc8iA1GLDsGrJ2K-3k5Dp7ou2QpSCnrRuWcYHJZAPZ0m6SNZdXIOO0vqAFnnQAJiyr9HCeZf525qeDuwlOwHt0XLX5dz5PlEZHJX_4OMEckHriOeaXoOlT7fqQWlV/s1600/39-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDTeXAfc5c3EfjxTBc8iA1GLDsGrJ2K-3k5Dp7ou2QpSCnrRuWcYHJZAPZ0m6SNZdXIOO0vqAFnnQAJiyr9HCeZf525qeDuwlOwHt0XLX5dz5PlEZHJX_4OMEckHriOeaXoOlT7fqQWlV/s320/39-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was so
sweet and sticky that they licked their <br />
fingers as they put it down upon
the stone.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0YTHp_eI9OvYzsvfE-GAsxeqhCM1hNHGRfI7O58QJ1riioSNBcLrtyAoty1tAndslMfuMDApTDqbIj_1Wsmkn_JaZN4tUfNYb_0yLZLbp1F68Jc9taQIDu9o5vgMNuXOLSLlsSkEZRcM/s1600/40-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0YTHp_eI9OvYzsvfE-GAsxeqhCM1hNHGRfI7O58QJ1riioSNBcLrtyAoty1tAndslMfuMDApTDqbIj_1Wsmkn_JaZN4tUfNYb_0yLZLbp1F68Jc9taQIDu9o5vgMNuXOLSLlsSkEZRcM/s320/40-tb.jpg" width="271" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old Mr. Brown turned up his eyes in <br />
disgust at the impertinence of Nutkin.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjhc7tAISrP1KLX5iEJF3nPmehro9tdM4HXzA_d1rSEbl1Iz3gYaJvfpj3XwmWGvaXh8GKlrb9LSkGITRQyVCaB9dRTfuxLq2LyoitGWLt3nJgmyWR0lq9xLGyZDgwYMSBnlEAygGBh2N/s1600/43-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjhc7tAISrP1KLX5iEJF3nPmehro9tdM4HXzA_d1rSEbl1Iz3gYaJvfpj3XwmWGvaXh8GKlrb9LSkGITRQyVCaB9dRTfuxLq2LyoitGWLt3nJgmyWR0lq9xLGyZDgwYMSBnlEAygGBh2N/s320/43-tb.jpg" width="267" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But Nutkin played ninepins with <br />
a crab apple
and green fir-cones.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BjFCYbJdCXQzm4IzKiPkoIIyE6RE9UxcDpo_ceK6xvAsW5yUWRRQWbQCSMLdiMVxR0yt8voPQt5a-8syAjaOjxSGrLMNbu7hpUKgn3a5hg-uyfK2gPRHPl4JKTHu8P2wpGo2q-nLBLcd/s1600/44-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BjFCYbJdCXQzm4IzKiPkoIIyE6RE9UxcDpo_ceK6xvAsW5yUWRRQWbQCSMLdiMVxR0yt8voPQt5a-8syAjaOjxSGrLMNbu7hpUKgn3a5hg-uyfK2gPRHPl4JKTHu8P2wpGo2q-nLBLcd/s320/44-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They brought a new-laid <i>egg</i> in a little rush <br />
basket as a last
parting present for Old Brown.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU5nY0eAdsWVZ18T2dLB-afEbWAwZPd0TLxWVTaGdSG-3QkB7X1K71llvrGcXvUotTKKQS0i7MYALJCTjZQwK3cg-qro_Ts3thwjQ8GiFUwW4nnDQYgXqdg0w9Sp1_HzyUUyM3XX-SqrRy/s1600/47-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU5nY0eAdsWVZ18T2dLB-afEbWAwZPd0TLxWVTaGdSG-3QkB7X1K71llvrGcXvUotTKKQS0i7MYALJCTjZQwK3cg-qro_Ts3thwjQ8GiFUwW4nnDQYgXqdg0w9Sp1_HzyUUyM3XX-SqrRy/s320/47-tb.jpg" width="288" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He opened one eye and shut it
again. But still he did not speak.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8gefM1FzPTFhLbFOxRpH_8gTZgX3NnTl8XR2PvFEC_lNGbmRtbnimKBfxKSfh9DBwtunhDLW0dHJ50LYwYwY8fT9o07V37ptxQyaWS_ptLlnF57hD5gb7WNUnEIMUE01J-4dvPlv67BrB/s1600/48-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8gefM1FzPTFhLbFOxRpH_8gTZgX3NnTl8XR2PvFEC_lNGbmRtbnimKBfxKSfh9DBwtunhDLW0dHJ50LYwYwY8fT9o07V37ptxQyaWS_ptLlnF57hD5gb7WNUnEIMUE01J-4dvPlv67BrB/s320/48-tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nutkin danced up and down like a <i>sunbeam</i>; <br />
but still Old Brown said
nothing at all.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7fipD0nEwupCwmneWeZCHqxMC9Sdo_z9Ee8545qfcvPkV_xhE4sUjn2rD-8CSs7auwWWXF-9ZiTxB7Nd9p3MlvNIgC3HPtxHIG_ni9-GnnTSkExehyINbPLb4m6bhRTfPwKlRQifZHRT/s1600/51-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7fipD0nEwupCwmneWeZCHqxMC9Sdo_z9Ee8545qfcvPkV_xhE4sUjn2rD-8CSs7auwWWXF-9ZiTxB7Nd9p3MlvNIgC3HPtxHIG_ni9-GnnTSkExehyINbPLb4m6bhRTfPwKlRQifZHRT/s320/51-tb.jpg" width="276" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He took a
running jump right onto the head of Old Brown!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhne1Q8_J5HaX6xcvEnF35jHe6G4slmC9A0Hwaz9f1D3LLrwISlrbEwe0P94JGNdJ4tR7cZ1MCTUD7ZG6Q33fsIlDOKHqVbWOIcV2LKZTaIpqVBM_rz_yZA5JNqD-3pal7xdKJ0c72iR1sq/s1600/52-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhne1Q8_J5HaX6xcvEnF35jHe6G4slmC9A0Hwaz9f1D3LLrwISlrbEwe0P94JGNdJ4tR7cZ1MCTUD7ZG6Q33fsIlDOKHqVbWOIcV2LKZTaIpqVBM_rz_yZA5JNqD-3pal7xdKJ0c72iR1sq/s320/52-tb.jpg" width="288" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There was Old
Brown sitting on his door-step, quite <br />
still, with his eyes closed, as if
nothing had happened.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_LThNfNtBaL_yuL_J4DsSkeHXwiB24NgIxNuBaXgnBnL9xRvndGArGC-q0Tew9g-ej5xR70JzJGz5fTmOpwXohE1pmknLWi4llOvqR5VnFt0EJSLMIBVKP13zekmNXD0AZakma3WuStK/s1600/55-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_LThNfNtBaL_yuL_J4DsSkeHXwiB24NgIxNuBaXgnBnL9xRvndGArGC-q0Tew9g-ej5xR70JzJGz5fTmOpwXohE1pmknLWi4llOvqR5VnFt0EJSLMIBVKP13zekmNXD0AZakma3WuStK/s320/55-tb.jpg" width="269" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This looks like the end of the story; but it isn't.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Okay, I admit, I'm a little confused as to why Potter says that Nutkin was in Old Mr. Brown's waistcoat pocket and then clearly drew him without a waistcoat. Unless "in one's waistcoat pocket" is some British euphemism for "pinned to the ground by one's talons." I am also intrigued by the hint of what appears to be maybe a chair on the left there, inside of Mr. Brown's house.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9duyc90kUp5cxNLAed5W3bzrAtr4osBb15qHN-j_Bw3AWy6-CwEL1Sfj_Ln_uHr0PSKLUZ0Mmw7Z1kkL-JUeeljx0x_QiWRMxBzJPMz3ShKUJ8lrnO8urgYu6qvZPMVOZDaqm-uYfImdO/s1600/57-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9duyc90kUp5cxNLAed5W3bzrAtr4osBb15qHN-j_Bw3AWy6-CwEL1Sfj_Ln_uHr0PSKLUZ0Mmw7Z1kkL-JUeeljx0x_QiWRMxBzJPMz3ShKUJ8lrnO8urgYu6qvZPMVOZDaqm-uYfImdO/s320/57-tb.jpg" width="262" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He dashed up the staircase and escaped out of the attic
window.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilc1TqZqCN3mot2TPpVtLoEuo6vvDgAbdXHpdHkyEIXzxwXrsM6HeosHvnro2XTiOVRcu0FtVm01IthTVpZx75_stzap8slSo5gpChHKuRpOtof7rnRTcxzr1YkoebGAhczWUDCw48e9Vj/s1600/58-tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilc1TqZqCN3mot2TPpVtLoEuo6vvDgAbdXHpdHkyEIXzxwXrsM6HeosHvnro2XTiOVRcu0FtVm01IthTVpZx75_stzap8slSo5gpChHKuRpOtof7rnRTcxzr1YkoebGAhczWUDCw48e9Vj/s320/58-tb.jpg" width="273" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'Cuck-cuck-cuck-cur-r-r-cuck-k-k!'</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<h3>
The Tale of Benjamin Bunny</h3>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frontispiece - Old Mrs. Rabbit earned her living by <br />
knitting rabbit-wool
mittens and muffatees. She also <br />
sold
herbs, and rosemary tea, and rabbit-tobacco.</td></tr>
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Note that from this illustration we learn that Old Mrs. Rabbit's actual name is Josephine. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Title illustration</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One morning a little rabbit sat on a bank.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Benjamin Bunny slid down into the <br />
road,
and set off to call upon his relations.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the neatest, sandiest hole of
all lived Benjamin's aunt <br />
and his cousins—Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and
Peter.</td></tr>
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17:56 - "Muffetees." This is simply a small muff that's worn over the wrist. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He came round the back of the fir-tree, and nearly <br />
tumbled upon the top of
his Cousin Peter.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He looked poorly, and was dressed in <br />
a red
cotton pocket-handkerchief.</td></tr>
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See, his spirit's been completely broken by his own previous morality tale! BE GOOD, KIDS. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Benjamin sat down beside his cousin.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At this point old Mrs. Rabbit's voice <br />
was heard inside the rabbit hole.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peter's coat and shoes were plainly to be <br />
seen upon the scarecrow, topped
with an <br />
old tam-o'-shanter of Mr. McGregor's.</td></tr>
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19:13 - "Tam-o-shanter." The illustration makes it clearer what this is, but the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tam_o%27_shanter_%28cap%29" target="_blank">tam o'shanter</a>
is a traditional Scottish hat that looks sort of like a large, floppy
beret perched on top of a cylindrical hatband, with a pompom on top.
Picture a stereotypical <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=cartoon+scotsman&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=pgmbVayEIcro-AGKx5S4Ag&ved=0CAcQ_AUoAQ&biw=1417&bih=733" target="_blank">cartoon Scotsman</a>, or <a href="http://www.cartoongallery.com/gallery/golf/window.php?3" target="_blank">Bugs Bunny playing golf</a>. He's probably wearing a tam o'shanter.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peter fell down head first; but it was of no consequence.</td></tr>
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They left a great many odd little footmarks all over the bed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benjamin tried on the tam-o'-shanter, but it was too big for him.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peter did not seem to be enjoying <br />
himself; he kept hearing noises.</td></tr>
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Yup! Broken spirit. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The lettuces certainly were very fine.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Presently Peter dropped half the onions.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They went along a little walk on <br />
planks, under a sunny, red
brick wall.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Presently Peter let the pocket-handkerchief go again.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peter heard noises
worse than ever; <br />
his eyes were as big as lolly-pops!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what those little rabbits saw round that corner!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cat got up and stretched herself, <br />
and came and sniffed at the basket.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She sat there for <i>five hours</i>.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old Mr. Benjamin Bunny was smoking a pipe of <br />
rabbit-tobacco, and had a little switch in his
hand. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He took a tremendous jump off the <br />
top of the wall on to the top of the
cat.</td></tr>
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Dude! Old Mr. Benjamin Bunny is HARDCORE. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then he took out his nephew Peter.</td></tr>
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Then he took out the handkerchief of <br />
onions, and marched out of the
garden.</td></tr>
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Ha! I only just now noticed the poor cat behind the greenhouse window. Nicely done. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When Mr. McGregor returned about half an hour <br />
later he observed several
things which perplexed him.</td></tr>
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Oh come on, Mr. McGregor, you really can't figure out the tiny clog footprints? Your scarecrow had a coat and shoes that you <i>personally</i> saw a rabbit wearing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cotton-tail and Peter folded up the
pocket-handkerchief.</td></tr>
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<i>If you would like to read along, the texts and illustrations can be found at Project Gutenberg: <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/14838/14838-h/14838-h.htm" target="_blank">Peter Rabbit</a>, <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/14872/14872-h/14872-h.htm" target="_blank">Squirrel Nutkin</a>, and <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/14407/14407-h/14407-h.htm" target="_blank">Benjamin Bunny</a>. No reading ahead, though!</i>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037365210815669475.post-72337163826598753632015-06-05T01:14:00.000-04:002019-10-24T16:08:17.598-04:00Frankenstein Bonus Text: Introduction to the 1832 EditionIn which Mary explicates and perhaps embellishes upon <i>Frankenstein</i>'s origin story.<br />
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And one final parting shot from <i>Frankenstein</i> before it lumbers off into the sunset! As mentioned way back when we started this book, Shelley rewrote large portions of the original 1818 version for an 1832 edition, and wrote this new introduction for it. I read us the 1818, but feel I should toss this in as well. For an introduction, it's got a surprising number of notes:<br />
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4:43 - She mentions that Lord Byron is writing the third canto of <i>Childe Harold</i>, by which she means <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Childe_Harold%27s_Pilgrimage" target="_blank"><i>Childe Harold's Pilgramage</i></a>, a long, semi-autobiographical narrative poem about a disillusioned young man who broods across the world trying to forget his world-weariness. You can read it <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/5131/5131-h/5131-h.htm" target="_blank">here</a>, and see quite literally the invention of the <a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ByronicHero" target="_blank">Byronic hero</a>.<br />
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5:10 - Here we begin a recounting of the "volumes of ghost stories translated from the German into French" that inspired to story-telling contest that led to <i>Frankenstein</i>. The volume to which she refers is <a href="http://www.bl.uk/collection-items/fantasmagoriana" target="_blank"><i>Fantasmagoriana</i></a>, by an unknown author, published in France in 1812. The French edition was subsequently translated into English by Sarah Utterson in 1820 as <span id="goog_1248846780"></span><i><span id="goog_1248846775"></span>Tales of the Dead<span id="goog_1248846781"></span></i><span id="goog_1248846776"></span>, which can be read <a href="http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Tales_of_the_Dead" target="_blank">here</a>. She recounts (with variable accuracy) <i>The History of the Inconstant Lover</i>, published in English as <a href="http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Tales_of_the_Dead/The_Death-Bride" target="_blank"><i>The Death-Bride</i></a>, and "the tale of the sinful founder of his race," which refers to the story <i><a href="http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Tales_of_the_Dead/The_Family_Portraits" target="_blank">The Family Portraits</a>.</i><br />
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5:37 - "in complete armor, but with the beaver up." This is an explicit reference to Horatio's description of the ghost of Hamlet's father, a line that will continue to cause amusement in high school English classes unto eternity. "Beaver," of course, refers to the helmet's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visor_%28armor%29" target="_blank">visor</a>.<br />
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6:23 - Shelley says how Byron published his ghost story as a fragment "at the end of his poem of Mazeppa." <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mazeppa_%28Byron%29" target="_blank"><i>Mazeppa</i></a> (which can be read <a href="http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Mazeppa_%28Lord_Byron%29" target="_blank">here</a>) is an 1819 poem of Byron's telling the story of the Ukranian Cossack <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ivan_Mazepa" target="_blank">Ivan Mazepa</a>, most of which is taken up by the hero being tied naked to a horse that is let loose. The "<a href="http://www.sff.net/people/DoyleMacdonald/l_frag.htm" target="_blank">Fragment of a Novel</a>" itself, one of the very first vampire stories in English, inspired Polidori to write the enormously popular and influential novella <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/6087/6087-h/6087-h.htm" target="_blank"><i>The Vampyre</i></a>, which really set the stage for every vampire story to come after it.<br />
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6:52 - Polidori's own story for the contest was apparently never published, but recounted here as being about a skull-headed lady punished for looking through a keyhole. Shelley says she "was reduced to a worse condition than the renowned Tom of Coventry." This refers to the tailor who peeked at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Godiva" target="_blank">Lady Godiva</a>'s famous nude ride through Coventry to make her husband cut back on the town's taxes. The tailor was rewarded by being struck blind and immortalized in the phrase "peeping Tom."<br />
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7:55 - She refers to "Everything must have a beginning" as "speak[ing] in Sanchean phrase," referring to the way Don Quixote's famous sidekick <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sancho_Panza" target="_blank">Sancho Panza</a> spouts off proverbs.<br />
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8:28 - "Columbus and his egg." Huh, this one seems like something I should've heard of before this. It refers to an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egg_of_Columbus" target="_blank">apocryphal story</a> about Christopher Columbus, where he responds to criticism that anyone could've made his discovery, and would have eventually anyway, by betting them they couldn't get an egg to stand on its end. They couldn't, and he did by tapping the end to break the shell a bit, flattening it enough to stand on its end. Thus, a brilliant idea that seems simple and obvious after you see someone else do it. Of course, Columbus himself <i>didn't</i> really discover the Americas, so there's that too.<br />
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8:59 - "Dr. Darwin." Shelley here mentions the great Dr. Erasmus "grandfather of Charles" Darwin, referring <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2014/11/frankenstein1-letters1-4.html" target="_blank">again</a> to his influence on her writing here. Here, though, she specifically mentions the experiments "spoken of as having been done by him" where a piece of vermicelli was preserved in a glass case and spontaneously reanimated. It seems that this is actually a mish-mash of a couple of different things Darwin wrote about in <i>The Temple of Nature</i>, the most pertinent being about dried <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vorticella" target="_blank">vorticella</a> (a kind of very simple single-celled organism) coming back to life. "Vermicelli" does in fact literally mean "little worms," but is only ever used to refer to a type of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vermicelli" target="_blank">pasta</a>, so... yeah. If this whole thing seems vaguely familiar to you, you probably are remembering <a href="https://vimeo.com/35864017" target="_blank">this scene</a> from the Mel Brooks classic <i>Young Frankenstein</i>, which is of course a direct reference to this introduction and not anything resembling actual science. (Those of you who listen all the way to the end of the recordings may have noticed that I'm a HUGE fan of <i>Young Frankenstein.</i> If I ever get around to it, I actually have some thoughts on it I may share here.)<br />
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Geez, I think these notes are longer than the introduction itself. Anyway, something a little lighter next time!<br />
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<i>If you would like to read along, the text can be found at <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/42324/42324-h/42324-h.htm" target="_blank">Project Gutenberg</a>.</i>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037365210815669475.post-89300163830756609962015-04-23T22:38:00.001-04:002019-10-24T16:09:19.278-04:00Frankenstein, Volume Three, Chapter SevenIn which Victor vows vengeance, pursues to the perilous pole, is saved by the stranded sailors, and all are awfully angsty.<br />
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And that concludes <i>Frankenstein</i>! It took us a while, but we made it. I admit, this last bit especially is a bit of a slog (sorry it's so long, I really just couldn't make another all-Robert-Walton installment), with us returning to the framing story we don't really care about and <i>everyone</i> talking about how miserable they are. What really sort of gets me in this section (as you can probably tell from my interjection at one point) is how both Walton and the monster sort of lionize Victor, and bemoan his sad fall due to persecution from the creature. Yes, Victor had a tragic downfall, but <i>it was of his own making.</i> He's not the hero of this story. No one is, really, nor is anyone truly the villain (notice I never used the "iconic villain debut" tag in this book). And I'm not talking about "oh, his actions had terrible consequences that he couldn't possibly have foreseen," because he created a giant, sentient, intelligent creature and then just <i>abandons</i> it. How could something bad <i>possibly</i> come from that?<br />
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ANYWAY. This final cover comes from a 1934 edition published by Harrison Smith and Robert Haas, with cover and illustrations by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lynd_Ward" target="_blank">Lynd Ward</a> (1905-1985). Ward was a very influential artist, best known for his engraved wood illustrations, particularly in his series of "<a href="http://www.loa.org/volume.jsp?RequestID=337" target="_blank">wordless novels</a>" that strongly influenced the development of the graphic novel. He also illustrated hundreds of children's books, won the 1953 <a href="http://www.ala.org/alsc/awardsgrants/bookmedia/caldecottmedal/caldecottmedal" target="_blank">Caldecott Medal</a> for his book <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Biggest-Bear-Lynd-Ward/dp/0395150248/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1429840785&sr=8-1&keywords=the+biggest+bear" target="_blank">The Biggest Bear</a></i>, and of course illustrated a number of classics, such as <i>Frankenstein</i> here.<br />
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Man, look at that! I love the art deco / German expressionistic look of this. It's like Fritz Lang directed this book cover. Also, hee, monster butt. I really wish I could've used his illustrations in my posts, because they're just magnificent, really. Check out <a href="http://paganpressbooks.com/jpl/LW107.HTM" target="_blank">Victor and the monster on the glacier</a>! The monster <a href="http://paganpressbooks.com/jpl/LW151B.HTM" target="_blank">running among lightning trees</a>! <a href="http://paganpressbooks.com/jpl/LW161.HTM" target="_blank">William's murder</a>! <a href="http://paganpressbooks.com/jpl/LW053.HTM" target="_blank">Victor with his chemistry equipment</a>! Hey, wait, that looks a lot... oh, Airmont Classics. <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2015/01/frankenstein1-5-6.html">You plagiarizing scamps</a>. (UPDATE: I forgot to link to the main site, where you can see a <a href="http://paganpressbooks.com/jpl/LYNDWARD.HTM" target="_blank">whole bunch more</a> of the illustrations from this edition! DISCLAIMER: <span id="goog_469652934"></span>The guy<span id="goog_469652935"></span> who compiled the site is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Lauritsen" target="_blank">an author</a> on an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Man_Who_Wrote_Frankenstein" target="_blank">apparent crusade</a> to prove that not Mary but Percy Shelley wrote <i>Frankenstein</i>, a position I do not support.)<br />
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Just a couple of quick notes in this one, as most of the being miserable was fairly straightforward. At 6:36, Victor pursues the monster into <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tartary" target="_blank">Tartary</a> and Russia, where Tartary was a large chunk of central and northern Asia that included Mongolia, Siberia, Turkestan, and Manchuria, among other regions. This is of course where the Tartars <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2014/11/sleepyhollow1.html#tartars">we met in "Sleepy Hollow"</a> came from.<br />
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At 33:38, Walton's letter from September 12th recounts how the ice broke up on September 9th. Well, the text actually says "September <i>19th</i>" there, which was presumably a typesetting error in the 1818 edition due to the printer assuming that it was supposed to be the date of the next letter and thus should have a later number. It was corrected in later printings, so I figured I'd just change it myself rather than leave it weird and confusing.<br />
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Last, 48:21 the monster talks about Felix driving him from his door "with <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/contumely" target="_blank">contumely</a>," which basically means "with insulting and humiliating treatment."<br />
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And that's a wrap! We're going to lighten things up a bit with our short story interlude, as well as our next book. Stay tuned!<br />
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<i>If you would like to read along, the text can be found at <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/41445/41445-h/41445-h.htm" target="_blank">Project Gutenberg</a>. No reading ahead, though!</i>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037365210815669475.post-15073426662859220722015-04-20T20:59:00.001-04:002019-10-24T16:10:14.925-04:00Frankenstein, Volume Three, Chapters Five and SixIn which Victor is self-centered to the point of missing the obvious, gets married, and the obvious happens.<br />
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And the monster has hit the fan! Well, he hit Elizabeth, actually, something which the monster's killing of others dear to him and and threats to take away all that he loves completely failed to tip Victor off to the monster's next move. Seriously, Victor, it's not all about <i>you</i>.<br />
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Anyway, now that the, uh, spoiler has occurred, I can share the more dramatic and violent of the covers. First up:<br />
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This French-language edition is from Le Scribe of Brussels in 1946, and depicts Elizabeth's murder in a manner highly inspired by the movie, with the castle and the neckbolts and what-not. Notice that this edition was written by <i>Ann</i> Mary Shelley, I guess. Apparently, the title page gets a little closer with <i>May</i> W. Shelley. Don't... don't know what's going on there, Belgium. Oh, and the cover artist is uncredited. So.<br />
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This one,by Lion Press in 1946 also with no artist credited, shows the immediate aftermath, with a sexy, lipsticked, cleavage-baring Elizabeth very prettily being dead without a mark on her. Meanwhile, the monster is not especially Karlovian, but does appear to be having a "my god, what have I done" moment that is not especially apparent in the book. Though, to be fair, neither is the cleavage.<br />
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Only one note this time around: at 16:42 we hear about Victor and Elizabeth purchasing their house in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cologny" target="_blank">Cologny</a>, which is a municipality of Geneva that is home to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Economic_Forum" target="_blank">World Economic Forum</a>.<br />
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...I'm sorry, I thought that note would be more interesting. Anyway, one more installment!<br />
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<i>If you would like to read along, the text can be found at <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/41445/41445-h/41445-h.htm" target="_blank">Project Gutenberg</a>. No reading ahead, though!</i>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037365210815669475.post-39464769388147034582015-03-30T21:00:00.000-04:002019-10-24T16:10:55.447-04:00Frankenstein, Volume Three, Chapter FourIn which Victor discovers the identity of the murdered man, falls ill — again — for a couple of months, is found innocent, and is picked up by his dad.<br />
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So... is it just me, or are you all kind of rooting for bad things to happen to Victor now? Am I a bad person for feeling this, or is Victor just sort of insufferable? Maybe a little of Column A, a little of Column B? All right then.<br />
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Today's cover focuses on Victor, walking in the Alps, just as he first meets the monster whose shadow looms over his shoulder:<br />
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This 2007 edition is from Sterling Publishing's <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/?series_id=684378" target="_blank"><i>Unabridged Classics</i></a> series, all of which have covers by <a href="http://www.punchandjudy.ca/" target="_blank">Scott McKowen</a>. McKowen works in a scratchboard style, which is nicely evocative of old-school woodcuts and such. He's best known for his work illustrating theatrical posters, many of which can be seen <a href="http://www.marlenaagency.com/scott/scott_index.html" target="_blank">here</a> along with much of his other work, and is also well-known in geek circles for illustrating the covers to Marvel Comics' <a href="http://www.comicvine.com/marvel-1602/4050-10946/" target="_blank"><i>1602</i></a>, by Neil Gaiman.<br />
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16:11 - "The season of assizes approaches." The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assizes" target="_blank">court of assizes</a> were judges who traveled circuits through the country, periodically hearing criminal and civil cases that were too large to be handled by the local magistrates' courts. The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assizes_%28Ireland%29" target="_blank">Irish assizes</a> specifically started with a local magistrate or justice of the peace deciding if the evidence merited a trial, then referring the bill of indictment to a Grand Jury who would decide if the bill was correct and did indeed deserve a trial, at which point the defendant would be indicted and sent to trial proper. In Victor's case, the grand jury decided the evidence of him still being in the Orkneys at the time of the murder was strong enough for him not to need a trial.<br />
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The assizes were abolished in the Irish Free State (the independent precursor to the current Republic of Ireland) in 1924, and in Northern Ireland in 1978.<br />
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18:00 - "<a href="http://www.omnilexica.com/?q=maladie+du+pays" target="_blank"><i>maladie du pays</i></a>." Victor inexplicably slips back into French (which is his native language, in case you forgot) with this phrase, which literally means "illness of the country," and which is an old-fashioned French idiom meaning "homesickness."<br />
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20:33 - "laudanum." <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laudanum" target="_blank">Laudanum</a> is an alcoholic solution or "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tincture" target="_blank">tincture</a>" of opium, usually prescribed as a pain-reliever or a cough suppressant but used for a variety of other ailments as well. It contained pretty much all of the active ingredients in opium, including a pretty high concentration of morphine. As with all opiates, it's <i>highly</i> addictive.<br />
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21:12 - "port of Holyhead." <a href="http://www.holyhead.org/" target="_blank">Holyhead</a> is a Welsh town on Holy Island, itself part of the county of Anglesey. It's a <a href="http://www.holyheadport.com/" target="_blank">major port</a> on the Irish Sea, with numerous ferry lines going back and forth to Ireland. If it sounds familiar to you, and you're a <i>Harry Potter</i> fan, it may be because of the all-lady Quidditch team the <a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Holyhead_Harpies" target="_blank">Holyhead Harpies</a>, which was Ginny Weasley's favorite team and for whom she played as Chaser after the events of the novels.<br />
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<i>If you would like to read along, the text can be found at <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/41445/41445-h/41445-h.htm" target="_blank">Project Gutenberg</a>. No reading ahead, though!</i>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037365210815669475.post-57156702296601350422015-03-23T21:00:00.000-04:002019-10-24T16:11:45.313-04:00Frankenstein, Volume Three, Chapter ThreeIn which Victor changes his mind, re: monsters, creating another, and the monster vows revenge, whereupon Victor gets lost at sea and ends up in a land of terrible accents; and in which the narrator apologizes for his terrible accents.<br />
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Things are heating up now! Someone's dead! I wonder if the monster had anything to do with it. Probably! No notes this time around, thankfully after last time, so two covers for you here, both from <i>Classics Illustrated</i>:<br />
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Here we get to see a scene not usually depicted on covers: the monster being pursued across the polar wastes by Victor in his dogsled. See him back there? He looks like he's waving! Anyway, this cover first appeared in September 1958 and was by Norman Saunders, who you might remember from his saucy "Famous Fantastic Mysteries" <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2014/07/timemachine6-7.html"><i>Time Machine</i></a> cover.<br />
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That wraps it up for now! Come back next time for Victor's Irish adventure, apparently! <br />
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Well, not a whole lot happened here, besides Victor ultimately secreting himself off the coast of Scotland to finish his work. Lots of notes, though, mostly about people and places Victor and Henry see and discuss on their journey. But first, our cover!<br />
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This edition, issued by Tor in 1989, features a cover by well-known fantasy artist <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Vallejo" target="_blank">Boris Vallejo</a>. More of his work can be found on his <a href="http://www.borisjulie.com/" target="_blank">official site</a>, though his work tends heavily to the "half-naked barbarians" end of the spectrum, and later into "completely naked fantasy ladies," so maybe don't check it out at work. Anyway, this cover shows the trend from the late 20th century of veering away from Karloff's monster into representing him somewhat more how he's described in the book, while also attempting to re-emphasize his humanity. Though, it should be noted, Karloff's portrayal was in fact very humanistic, but that's not how it really stuck in the public's consciousness.<br />
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13:31 - "where the priest and his mistress were overwhelmed by an avalanche." Henry lists a bunch of his travels, mentioning this story. There, uh, appears to be very little mention of this story anywhere <i>except</i> through Mary Shelley. Before putting it in <i>Frankenstein</i>, she mentions it in her 1817 travel narrative <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_a_Six_Weeks%27_Tour" target="_blank"><i>History of a Six Weeks' Tour</i></a>, saying:<br />
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of the mountains that enclose the lake to the south are covered by
eternal glaciers; of one of these, opposite
Brunen, they tell the story of a priest and his mistress, who,
flying from persecution, inhabited a cottage at the foot of the
snows. One winter night an avalanche overwhelmed them, but their
plaintive voices are still heard in stormy nights, calling for
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And that's... that's about all we've got about this story.<br />
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13:40 - "La Valais, and the Pays de Vaud." Here, Henry is referring to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cantons_of_Switzerland" target="_blank">Cantons</a> (or states) of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valais" target="_blank">Valais</a>, where the Matterhorn is, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vaud" target="_blank">Vaud</a>, which produces a lot of wine and is the official home to the International Olympic Committee.<br />
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14:33 - "the very poetry of nature." Shelley herself notes this one (though it was apparently cut from my edition for some reason) as being from "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leigh_Hunt" target="_blank">Leigh Hunt</a>'s 'Rimini'" referring to the poet's 1816 poem "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Story_of_Rimini" target="_blank">The Story of Rimini</a>," which <a href="http://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=uc2.ark:/13960/t9h41p86f;view=1up;seq=11" target="_blank">relates</a> the story of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paolo_Malatesta" target="_blank">Paolo</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francesca_da_Rimini" target="_blank">Francesca</a>, a pair of tragic lovers most famously mentioned in <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/8789/8789-h/8789-h.htm#link5" target="_blank">Canto V</a> of Dante's Inferno, where they suffer in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inferno_%28Dante%29#Second_Circle_.28Lust.29" target="_blank">second circle</a> of Hell, reserved for those who succumb to lust.<br />
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(It should, perhaps, be noted here that Leigh Hunt <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leigh_Hunt#Friendship_with_Keats_and_Shelley" target="_blank">was friends</a> with Percy Shelley.)<br />
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15:04 - "The sounding cataract... Unborrowed from the eyes." Victor does another lengthy poetry quote here, which I was really afraid would end up being from another of Percy's poems, but no. This instead is a portion of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Wordsworth" target="_blank">William Wordsworth</a>'s succinctly-titled poem "<a href="http://www.bartleby.com/145/ww138.html" target="_blank">Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey on revisiting the banks of the Wye during a tour, July 13, 1798</a>." Surprisingly, Wordsworth wasn't a friend of Percy's, though Shelley was of course <a href="http://kinnareads.com/2010/10/22/poem-36-to-wordsworth-by-percy-bysshe-shelley/" target="_blank">acquainted</a> with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mont_Blanc_%28poem%29#Poem" target="_blank">his work</a>.<br />
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Oh, and a "cataract" here is an old-fashioned word for "waterfall."<br />
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16:17 - Victor and Henry ride "post the rest of the way." As <a href="http://robreads.blogspot.com/2014/04/senseandsensibility1-12-14.html" target="_blank">we discussed</a> back in <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>, this means that they went by speedy <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaise" target="_blank">post-chaise</a>.<br />
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16:49 - "Tilbury Fort, and remembered the Spanish Armada; Gravesend, Woolwich, and Greenwich." Another list of places. All right, <a href="http://www.english-heritage.org.uk/visit/places/tilbury-fort/" target="_blank">Tilbury Fort</a> was built in the 16th Century by Henry VIII and sits on the Thames estuary in Essex to protect London from attack by sea. Elizabeth I reinforced it and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speech_to_the_Troops_at_Tilbury" target="_blank">famously rallied her army</a> there in response to the threat of invasion from the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_Armada" target="_blank">Spanish Armada</a> in 1588. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gravesend" target="_blank">Gravesend </a>is an ancient town in Kent on the opposite side of the Thames estuary from Tilbury, and contains the remains of another fort built by Henry VIII. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woolwich" target="_blank">Woolwich </a>was a town in Kent before being absorbed into South East London that was a major military and industrial center. If you've heard of the <a href="http://www.arsenal.com/home" target="_blank">Arsenal Football Club</a> in England, it was founded in the late 1800s by workers at the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Arsenal" target="_blank">Royal Arsenal</a> in Woolwich. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greenwich" target="_blank">Greenwich</a> is another district in South East London, this one notable for its maritime history which lead to it being deemed the center of timekeeping with the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prime_meridian_%28Greenwich%29" target="_blank">Greenwich (or "Prime") Meridian</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greenwich_Mean_Time" target="_blank">Greenwich Mean Time</a>.<br />
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20:44 - Here, Victor discusses the history of Oxford, specifically how <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_I_of_England" target="_blank">Charles I</a> had been driven out of London by Parliament during the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_Civil_War" target="_blank">English Civil War</a>, setting up his court in Oxford instead. "Amiable Falkland" was <a href="http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/200759/Lucius-Cary-2nd-Viscount-of-Falkland" target="_blank">Lucius Cary, 2nd Viscount of Falkland</a>, who started out as a member of the Parliament set against Charles, but eventually broke with them to become Charles's secretary of state. "Insolent Gower" is apparently supposed to (<a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=eo7uBQAAQBAJ&pg=PA247&lpg=PA247&dq=%22insolent+gower%22&source=bl&ots=VDVIzVrSOD&sig=gLjBBc9pjXeKU-qvQ56rFUa_CcA&hl=en&sa=X&ei=IOMNVdvjPOXksATH6IGADQ&ved=0CCYQ6AEwAg#v=onepage&q=%22insolent%20gower%22&f=false" target="_blank">and was corrected in later editions to</a>) refer to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Goring,_Lord_Goring" target="_blank">George Goring, Lord Goring</a>, one of Charles's generals who later betrayed him to Parliament.<br />
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21:34 - "The lovely <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Isis" target="_blank">Isis</a>" is a portion of the Thames River that runs through Oxford. Apparently, there are those who've claimed that the whole of the Thames is properly called the Isis, but today it's really only referred to as such for the sake of the Oxford rowing team.<br />
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22:51 - "tomb of the illustrious Hampden." <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Hampden" target="_blank">John Hampden</a> was one of the major leaders of the Parliament that opposed Charles I in the Civil War previously mentioned. He <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Hampden#Death" target="_blank">died in battle</a> early in the war, and has since been embraced as an English patriot who helped establish greater limitations to the power of the monarchy. I used to live in a <a href="http://livebaltimore.com/neighborhoods/hampden/#.VQ3mOOFvSec" target="_blank">neighborhood </a>named after him!<br />
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23:24 - "Matlock." <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matlock,_Derbyshire" target="_blank">Matlock</a> is a town in Derbyshire that was known for many years as a spa town, being home to some natural thermal springs discovered in 1698. The "wondrous cave" they visit is presumably the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Rutland_Cavern" target="_blank">Great Rutland Cavern</a>, part of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heights_of_Abraham" target="_blank">Heights of Abraham</a> and then known as "Nestor Mine." Note it was first opened to the public in 1812, well after the novel is supposedly taking place (again).<br />
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26:29 - "Edinburgh... romantic castle... Arthur's Seat, St. Bernard's Well, and the Pentland Hills." Oh, for... okay, another list of random places they see. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edinburgh" target="_blank">Edinburgh</a> is of course the capital city of Scotland, since at least the 15th century. The "romantic castle" is, naturally enough, <a href="http://www.edinburghcastle.gov.uk/" target="_blank">Edinburgh Castle</a>, which is located on Castle Rock high above the city. About a mile east of Castle Rock is the high hill called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur%27s_Seat" target="_blank">Arthur's Seat</a>. It's unclear why exactly it's called "Arthur's Seat," but naturally many claim it's linked to the legend of King Arthur. Both Castle Rock and Arthur's Seat were formed by a now-extinct ancient volcanic system that was subsequently eroded by glaciers. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stockbridge,_Edinburgh#St_Bernard.27s_Well" target="_blank">St. Bernard's Well</a> is a mineral water well located in the ritzy Stockbridge area of Edinburgh. The well-house has a distinctive pump room designed to look like a circular Greek temple, with a statue of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hygieia" target="_blank">Hygieia</a>, the Greek goddess of health. The <a href="http://www.pentlandhills.org/" target="_blank">Pentlands</a> are a 20-mile-long range of hills southwest of the city.<br />
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28:23 - Victor seeks solitude to finish the Bride on "one of the remotest of the Orkneys." <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orkney" target="_blank">Orkney</a>, or the Orkney Islands, is an archipelago of around 70 islands off the northern coast of mainland Scotland. Fun fact: the people who live there are called "Orcadians."<br />
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Man, Victor's travels are KILLING me with these notes. Stop looking at so much stuff!<br />
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<i>If you would like to read along, the text can be found at <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/41445/41445-h/41445-h.htm" target="_blank">Project Gutenberg</a>. No reading ahead, though!</i>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037365210815669475.post-35854461998528092082015-03-18T21:00:00.000-04:002019-10-24T16:14:08.982-04:00Frankenstein, Volume Two, Chapters Eight and NineIn which the creature rages against the heavens and vows revenge, murders just a little bit, then asks Victor for one tiny favor in order to leave everyone alone forever.<br />
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Here we go, we're picking up steam again! I mean, still plenty of angst and misery, but we're back to the murdery and mad sciencey place again. Yay!<br />
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Today's cover goes full-on Karloff:<br />
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This doesn't even really pretend to take its imagery from anything other than the movie. There's even a castle! This 1976 edition published by Pocket Books had this here cover done by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mara_McAfee" target="_blank">Mara McAfee</a> (1929-1984). McAfee started out as a <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0563897/?ref_=fn_al_nm_1" target="_blank">minor-league actor</a> in the 1950s before going on to a very well-respected career as an artist and illustrator who did do some literary illustrations like this, but was best known for satirical illustrations for publications like <a href="https://archive.org/details/national_lampoon" target="_blank"><i>National Lampoon</i></a>, which often featured her work on the <a href="http://lampoon.rwinters.com/" target="_blank">cover</a>. A small selection of her work (including a <a href="https://americangallery.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/frankenstein.jpg" target="_blank">closer look</a> at this cover) can be viewed <a href="https://americangallery.wordpress.com/2012/05/30/mara-mcafee-1929-1984/" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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Thankfully brief notes after the jump!<br />
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After last installment's literary adventures, we've only got two quick notes this time around:<br />
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30:29 - Victor whines about the winds that feel like a "dull, ugly siroc" come to consume him. This is short for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sirocco" target="_blank"><i>sirocco</i></a>, a hot, dusty wind that blows from the Sahara Desert across the Mediterranean Sea into Europe. When this hits cooler, wetter air over the sea, it creates winds that can reach hurricane speeds that often carry very abrasive dust and sand. Fun!<br />
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31:21 - Victor says that his promise weighs upon his mind like "Dante's iron cowl on the heads of the hellish hypocrites." This is, of course, a reference to Dante's <i>Divine Comedy</i>, specifically from <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/8789/8789-h/8789-h.htm#link23" target="_blank">Canto XXIII</a> of <i>The Inferno</i>. Here, Dante and his guide Virgil wander through the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inferno_%28Dante%29#Eighth_Circle_.28Fraud.29" target="_blank">eighth circle</a> of Hell (the next-to-lowest circle) where those guilty of Fraud are kept. After they pass through ditches containing panderers, seducers, flatterers, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simony" target="_blank">crooked priests</a>, sorcerers, false prophets, astrologers, and crooked politicians, they come to the ditch with the hypocrites. The lucky folks located here wear beautiful golden cloaks that are lined with lead weighing them down. They meet a few people here, including <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_Sixtus_V" target="_blank">one of</a> many popes they meet across the various circles, but most prominently they meet <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caiaphas" target="_blank">Caiaphas</a>, the Jewish high priest who <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SvJhOO_EfQ" target="_blank">ordered Jesus' death</a>. No fooling with cloaks for him; he gets staked to the ground where everyone has to walk on him. Even more fun!<br />
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That's all for today! Next time, we'll see if Victor makes the monster his bride and the two go off together where they'll never bother or be bother by anyone ever again and everyone lives happily ever after. (Spoilers: No.)<br />
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<i>If you would like to read along, the text can be found at <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/41445/41445-h/41445-h.htm" target="_blank">Project Gutenberg</a>. No reading ahead, though!</i>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12852546678495042286noreply@blogger.com0