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Why biography by textual analysis is silly, part umpteen

400 years from now, somebody is going to write a book about truepenny, in which they will disclose that The Stratford Man is a thinly-veiled roman-a-clef, in which she is meant to be Kit and I am meant to be William.

And some gloriously erroneous conclusions are going to be drawn.



Book 27: Ul de Rico, The White Goblin. Yeah, it's a kid's book, but I figure I can add it into the portion-of-Cook to claim it as a complete entry.

Alas, this slender volume does not measure up to The Rainbow Goblins, of which I have a battered and much-reread copy that was originally given to me by my Aunt Lissa (the name Elizabeth runs in some families; in mine, it gallops) either in terms of art or storyline. And I don't think that's just sentiment talking.

Book 28: David Riggs, Ben Jonson: A Life.

Once he hit Prince Henry and The Alchemist, I was in paydirt. Yay!

Man, there is a lot of book in this book.



"My own plans are made. While I can, I sail east in the Dawn Treader. When she fails me, I paddle east in my coracle. When she sinks, I shall swim east with my four paws. And when I can swim no longer, if I have not reached Aslan's country, or shot over the edge of the world in some vast cataract, I shall sink with my nose to the sunrise...."

--Reepicheep

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So let me get this straight (pun intended) ... two girls, pretending to be two guys, pretending to like girls?

Very nice.

Of course, I have a snippet from The Merry Wives of Windsor in the current scene I'm writing in Fallen that starts with the line "O Hungarian wight!" and the quote just gets dirty (but a good dirty, a literary dirty) from that point forward. :-)
Minor correction. The line actually starts "O base Hungarian wight!"
LOL. Not a thing. Quote just turned out very appropriate.

"O base Hungarian wight! Wilt thou the spigot wield?"
Hey. Watch where you are wielding that spigot.
Heh. Now you know why your entry caught my eye. Synchronicity at work.
Mine via adoption. Family marks St. Stephen's Day on 12/26 because of the first name and then marks 4/1 since that was my delivery day. Sometimes I can't even remember when my birth date. ;-)
Smith is better. Nagy means "big" in Hungarian as I understand it.
two girls, pretending to be two guys, pretending to like girls?

Dude, that concept totally has Twelfth Night set in a contemporary high school written All Over that.

It totally does.

No?

... maybe it's just me.

---L.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0454945/

You can't make this shit up.
Thanks. I may be going to see that...

A-yup. I'm-a seeing that soon, possibly this weekend.

(I'm fond of Shakespeare in high school movies. 10 Things I Hate About You was pretty good, actually.)

---L.
It wouldn't surprise me if Bear used some of the Bard's better-know Barbs for inspiration. ;-)
And if there is an afterlife, you and I will be sitting somewhere, laughing so hard we wouldn't be able to breathe even if we weren't dead.
And the poet boys will be rubbing our feet. *g* And laughing even harder.

You have t be Kit, of course, for the same reason you have to be Illya.

You're the short blond with the advanced degree, who everybody is in love with. And I'm the other one. *g*

(REALLY gotta get me a ring.)
Okay, I have to admit I'm relieved those are the characteristics that make me Kit.

Because I was beginning to get a little nervous.
Oh, you mean the part where I stab you in the eye, cf Bruce Cook?

...pending. *g*
O.o
::edges away from Bear::
ICONLOFF!
Janet Leigh rocks.
So very much.

(Anonymous)

if that's true, then in the future when they publish one-eyed jack, can I be Jack?

You may be Jackie.
he Stratford Man is a thinly-veiled roman-a-clef, in which she is meant to be Kit and I am meant to be William.

You mean you're not? Dang. There goes that story I was going to sell to the Enquirer. :)
shhhhh.
"My own plans are made. While I can, I sail east in the Dawn Treader. When she fails me, I paddle east in my coracle. When she sinks, I shall swim east with my four paws. And when I can swim no longer, if I have not reached Aslan's country, or shot over the edge of the world in some vast cataract, I shall sink with my nose to the sunrise...."

--Reepicheep


Farther up and farther in! *g*

Reepicheep was always one of my favourites.