There's another ghost! There's been a dead guy over the hedge all this time!
I introduced him to all the others and they hung out for a bit but then he took himself off somewhere and I haven't seen him in ages 🤷♂️👻🤍
Just when I thought I'd finished with Ghosts characters and was preparing to simmer down, @crow-bee23 suggested Maddocks. The gore is all off screen, so this is my interpretation of what purple tendons, the tibia and bone marrow would look like for an amigurumi lad. Who knows what an early 20th century badger trap looks like, not me, blame Google if that bit's wrong 🤪
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Marbled Monday
This Marbled Monday we are sharing London: or, the Progress of Commerce. A Poem by Mr. Glover, printed by Thomas Cooper at the Globe in Paternoster Row, 1739. “Mr. Glover” is Richard Glover (1712-1785), an English merchant, poet, and member of Parliament. Thomas Arnold (the Younger) described Glover in a critical introduction:
“Glover was a man of considerable powers, but he was stronger on the side of politics and practical life than in the field of literature. In his poems the rhetoric of party warfare is more conspicuous than the inspiration of genius.”
I’m not sure what one could expect to find in this book of poems, but Arnold doesn’t seem to have thought too favorably of it: “A chief object of his in writing London is said to have been to exasperate the public mind against Spain.” I guess if you want to be exasperated against Spain come visit us to read the book!
The binding, as you may have guessed, is not contemporary to the text inside it, but is more likely from the 20th century. The marbling pattern is either fantasy or french curl, which looks somewhat like a snail. To me it seems like a cross between the two!
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-- Alice, Special Collections Department Manager
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INTO THE WOODS 2014
You're not good, you're not bad, you're just nice. I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just right. I'm the witch. You're the world.
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It does not surprise me that the Devil is an Irishman, though I thought perhaps a little taller.
A Field in England, Ben Wheatley (2013)
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Pentillie Mausoleum, Saltash, Cornwall
Pentillie Mausoleum, Saltash, Cornwall
In the early years of the 18th century Sir James Tillie updated his will and included a rather mysterious instruction about his last resting place. He was to be interred ‘in such a place at Pentillie Castle as I have acquainted my dearest Wife the Lady Elizabeth Tillie with.’ (more…)
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