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Words Today: 1247
Total MS wordcount:44500 (I may be as much as a quarter of the way done if I'm lucky. Feh, fat fantasy tomes)
Reason for stopping: End of the scene I started last night, and I need to go do the dishes and start cooking and some laundry. And go see Terminator. So. *g* Outta here.
So now I have confessed that he is thine,
And I my self am mortgaged to thy will,
Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine
Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still:
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
For thou art covetous, and he is kind;
He learned but surety-like to write for me,
Under that bond that him as fast doth bind.
The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
Thou usurer, that put'st forth all to use,
And sue a friend came debtor for my sake;
So him I lose through my unkind abuse.
Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me:
He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.
--William Shakespeare, Sonnet 134
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
--William Shakespeare, from Sonnet 29
The more I read and reread these damned things, the more I really find myself returning to my old theory that the "Marriage Sonnets" were written when Will was much younger than the rest of the prettyboy sonnets (my terminology, yes), to a different individual and for a different purpose.
I'm of the opinion they were commissioned by a third party: frankly; they are neither as good nor as passionate as the rest of the sequence.
Trust me, I'm an editor. We know more about what sucks than academics do. *g*