Woolf concluded that any glimmer of female creativity in Shakespeare’s time would have been expunged by a pinched life as a breeding machine of children who so often died, disallowed opinions of her own. Had any woman survived these conditions, wrote Woolf, “whatever she had written would have been twisted and deformed, issued from a strained and morbid imagination.”
Wrong, says the Renaissance scholar Ramie Targoff in “Shakespeare’s Sisters,” her fascinating excavation of four intellectual powerhouse women of the 16th and early 17th centuries. Woolf had just not dug deep enough to find Mary Sidney’s sublime translations, Aemilia Lanyer’s groundbreaking poems or Elizabeth Cary’s subversive dramas. She dismissed the fourth, the great diarist Anne Clifford, as “trivial,” says Targoff — a view not shared by Anne’s distant relative Vita Sackville-West when she discovered and lovingly edited the diaries in 1923.
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When he left for two years to fight in Protestant wars in the Netherlands, his mother hired someone to write letters to him in Elizabeth’s name in case her husband found her obvious intelligence repellent.
also mpp talking about sid wanting to know about how things are going in women’s hockey:
“It’s always unbelievable for me to watch Crosby. How still at this age how dominant he is, but also off the ice, when we’re able to have a conversation, he actually cares where we’re at as a program, where we’re at as a league. He’s actually interested in that.”
Have you ever interacted with a player from the NHL and had a moment where they’re meeting you, they’re fanboying about getting a chance to meet their favorite Canadian hockey icon?
I don’t think so but every time I have the chance to just be part of a conversation with an NHL player, and I’ve had a chance to meet Sidney Crosby and Jonathan Toews. Those are players that I’ve always admires throughout my career, but the way they are too, that’s something that really stuck with me. Not better than you. They wanted to know about how it’s going in women’s hockey. They wanted to know about our part of life as well. And that’s something that’s so much more meaningful when you have a chance to talk to these unbelievable hockey players and you see them on the ice and you see how they perform.
And it’s always unbelievable for me to watch Crosby. How still at this age how dominant he is, but also off the ice, when we’re able to have a conversation, he actually cares where we’re at as a program, where we’re at as a league. He’s actually interested in that. (x)
I learned about inigo jones's book about stonehenge late last night* and felt such indescribable things reading this passage. please try to understand. 1620 you are william herbert sending for inigo jones because you are talking to king james about stonehenge. 1621 your cousin slash lover slash possible secret wife publishes a book where the climactic scene has the character who is you disappear at "a place made round like a crown of mighty stones" (it's stonehenge) with your armor hacked into pieces and your horse dead and also a huge wild boar and blood is everywhere. then one of the stones has a handle on it and the character who is your cousin slash lover opens the door and has a vision of you in hell for cheating on her. can't decide if it would be funnier if you've already read this and have to have a normal conversation with the king about stonehenge with the knowledge in your mind that your cousin slash lover wrote this or if you only learn about it when it gets published
Here are a few assertions they offer. “Lonely” is one of several dozen words Sidney introduced into the English language that Shakespeare later used. She provided patronage to Pembroke’s Men, one of the early companies to perform plays that were later attributed to Shakespeare. Sidney’s extensive library included many of Shakespeare’s sources, and she was familiar with pursuits as varied as falconry, alchemy and cooking, whose vocabulary Shakespeare drew on.
Shakespeare’s First Folio, published about seven years after his death, is dedicated to Sidney’s sons, William Herbert and Philip Herbert.
If I had a remembrance book, I would mark down how it was when we left our little house in the big woods to go west to Indian Territory. We had to go, Pa said, because so many people had come to live in the big woods, there wasn't enough game anymore for him to hunt and he feared we might go hungry. Ma said we might never again see Grandma and Grandpa, or Aunt Docia and Aunt Ruby and Uncle George. Though it made me sad, I still thought it a fine thing to go where there had never been a road before. We'd go where the land was more bountiful, he said, and he sold our house and land and cow, and packed whatever would fit in the wagon. I was glad Pa took his fiddle, for it makes a joysome sound. Mary was afraid to go, but I knew nothing bad could happen as long as we had Pa and Jack. Jack is my best and truest friend and Pa says there has never been a better watchdog. I knew there would be rivers to cross and hills to climb, and I was glad, for this is a fair land and I rejoiced that I would see it.
—Laura Ingalls, Little House on the Prairie, "Pilot"