the_comfortable_courtesan: image of a fan c. 1810 (Default)
the_comfortable_courtesan ([personal profile] the_comfortable_courtesan) wrote2016-06-29 08:50 am

Farewells are ever a little melancholy

Sure it has been a more agreeable house-party than I anticipat’d, even with the presence of the D- K-s. Mr D- K- has been making himself unpopular over certain matters of cards and billiards, but I do not know the exact story; and the ladies of the party are quite come to apprehend that if they engage in some malicious gossip with Mrs D- K-, they themselves are like to be the next subjects when she talks to others.

I have contriv’d in spare moments to draft out my tale of a daemonick swan and purpose to try it out upon Sandy, and upon my dear loves that I am in great desire to see after I have gone visit the estate.

Miss S-, I confide, has entire taken a girlish enthusiasm towards me, which is extreme pleasing to a vain creature such as myself.

I stand by the lake edge throwing food to the pretty ducks &C and endeavouring not to feed any to the swans, nasty creatures. Mr W- Y- has already quit the party in order to go take the waters against the ill-effects of his submersion.

'Tis an agreeable morn with a soft breeze blowing and the scents of flowers, the gabble-gabble of the waterfowl, when comes up to me Mr D- K-.

I dip my head in a little nod to acknowledge him. Sure he has been making most curiously agreeable towards me these past days.

He sighs and says sure he should have marry’d a lady like you, Your Ladyship: one that had sense and a business-like nature to match her more obvious charms - tho’ indeed, he goes on, there are few if any like you, Lady B-, sure you are a unique creature.

I turn to face him fully, twirling my parasol. O, says I with a giddy laugh, I am but a silly creature of quite the humblest origins, but I have had sense enough not to entrust my fortunes to the hands of a husband. Sure, when I marry’d the late Marquess, a man of most excellent qualities, I ty’d up my own little fortune – 'twas no great matter, but 'twas mine, and I had earn’d it thro’ my own endeavours –

I pause, because I expect Mr D- K- to say something coarse about the nature of those endeavours, for he is the kind to suppose that one becomes a crack courtesan simply by falling backwards, which is indeed not the case at all. But he is silent.

- and the dear fellow, and my man of law, thought it a most admirable proceeding.

You are, he says at length, given out as commanding a deal of interest -

Why, says I, fluttering my eyelashes, the common on-dit will give out a deal of matter, some true and some quite the reverse.

- we find ourselves, he goes on, in some embarrassment -

And why, says I, should I go help you when I can remember – perchance you do not? – the matter of a pretend’d theft at A-, the casting of suspicion upon the servants and a child. O, Mr K-, sure I am not’d as a philanthropist, but I will ever give my money and my efforts to good and deserving causes.

I perceive that he is endeavouring not altogether successfull to hold on to his temper. He turns such a colour that I am in some apprehension that he may have a seizure, makes me an awkward leg, and departs.

I am given to wonder whether he spoke to that b---h his wife about his intention to solicit my interest. I confide not. I am heartily sorry for her marry’d to such a fellow, even is she a b---h.

I turn back to the lake. Feeling somewhat agitat’d, I go walk around it, and come to the bridge. I look down to the shelter’d inlet where the swans nest, and see that there are a covey of cygnets paddling about in the water. Sure they are quaint pretty little things, but will grow up into swans.

I hear footsteps coming up the bridge and turn around. 'Tis Miss S-, that looks a deal better now she is dressing her hair in the new way devis’d by Docket and taking some thought to her clothes.

O, Lady B-, she cries, I hope I do not interrupt your meditations.

Nothing of the kind, says I, I was just looking upon the cygnets.

She looks at me and says that she will be coming to Town with Dora and her husband in the autumn, may she come call upon me?

But indeed, says I, I purpose to go introduce Lady D- and yourself about in my circles.

'Tis most exceeding kind, she says.

Not at all, says I, I am quite of the supposition that the D-s and yourself will entire be assets to our set. I confide that Her Grace the Duchess of M- will like you most extremely.

O! she says and is silent for a moment. She then blushes a little and says, I observe, Lady B-, that you do not keep an album - I agree that 'tis so – but I want’d to give you this poem.

I take the paper from her and commence to read. 'Tis a most well-turn’d sonnet, that flatters me exceeding with a comparison to a swan.

Dear Miss S-, says I, I confide this is your own work?

She covers her mouth with her hand and says, yes, indeed 'tis, but then begs me not to reveal her secret, for she dares say 'tis not at all proper for a young woman to write poetry.

If so be she can write poetry, I would consider it entire proper, says I. Sure when it comes to matters of publication, there is some feeling in favour of ladies employing an incognita, but 'tis far from a universal law – think, for example, of Mrs Barbauld’s fine works that she puts her name to. And sure you write it most exceeding well.

O, Lady B-! She becomes a little tearfull.

Tho’, I go on, I am a silly creature of no education - I am no learn’d critick - but sure I was brought up on the Bard. And I have had the benefit of converse with fellows like Mr MacD- that have learning and will condescend to discuss matters of literature with those that lack such advantages.

Miss S- blushes and says, that horrid creature Mrs D- K- was saying something vile concerning the both of you, that I am quite sure is an entire lye -

Sure, says I, a woman like her I daresay has no experience of the fine friendship that may be 'twixt a man and a woman.

Oh, she says with a fierce look, that ladies might call out one another over such slanders.

My dear, says I, such duels are fought with other weapons - the disdainfull glance, the lift’d eyebrow, the sarcastick laugh, even unto the cut direct. But sure, I confide I should consider her entire unworthy of the field of honour were ladies permitt’d to make challenges.

Oh, Lady B-, you are so wise!

No, indeed, I am a silly creature, but I have had some experience of Society. Now, my dear, I say, leaning over to take her hands and kiss her, I must go make my farewells all round. I shall see you in Town.

Sure I think that Little V will like her extremely.

The company is beginning to break up and farewells, promises to meet again and of eternal devotion are being exchang’d.

I go bid my adieux to Sir H- and Lady Z-, that have most kind offer’d to take Sandy part of his way – this answers most extremely, as we do not wish to leave together, especial if Mrs D- K- is putting about spitefull speculations. But we are to meet again so that he may accompany me to consult with Mr M-, that manages the mining on my estate, going about by separate routes.

Lady Z- is looking very well and in good spirits. There seems, if not the more usual kind of conjugal affection 'twixt her and Sir H-, something like friendship, which pleases me most immense.

I give Sandy several messages suppos’d for conveyance to Milord.

I wave them off – sure saying farewell and seeing people depart is a little melancholy, even does one anticipate to foregather again very soon.

There are several gentlemen make very effusive over their farewells to me: 'tis most gratifying.

I go in, for I daresay Docket wishes to array me in somewhat suitable for travelling. She and Sophy have the matter of packing entire in hand, and footmen are already conveying trunks &C to be load’d onto my carriage.

Once I am array’d, and Docket has set my fine new hat at a most becoming angle and secur’d it extreme firm with a hatpin so that it remains thus, I go to take polite leave of my hosts and Lord and Lady D-.

Extreme good wishes are exchang’d on all sides, and I reiterate that I will welcome calls from Lady D-, send cards for my drawing room meeting and soirée, look forward with the greatest eagerness to their arrival in Town &C&C. I add to Lord P- that I will most certainly tell Lady J- that he would like to conclave with her over cattle, once she has return’d from her conjugal visit.

'Tis with a deal of relief I am hand’d into my carriage and we drive off at a brisk pace. Docket and Sophy convey to me a deal of backstairs gossip concerning my fellow guests. I sigh and stretch a little. I am a little worry’d about what the D- K-s may do next, but it appears to me that they are becoming quite extensive shunn’d in good society.

twistedchick: daffodils in rain, my photo (Default)
twistedchick ([personal profile] twistedchick) wrote2016-06-28 03:41 pm

(no subject)

The Supreme Court has declined to hear a case about a 'religious' pharmacy turning women away. Pharmacies are for everyone, not just the people the pharmacist likes.
spiralsheep: A raven (spiralsheep Raven Logo)
Humph ([personal profile] spiralsheep) wrote2016-06-28 12:50 pm

In which there is white people's racist hatred and the consequences

How you can intervene when witnessing racist incidents:

There's already a dramatic rise in reported racist hate crimes and racist abuse since the referendum, which doesn't include the many unreported incidents like the two I witnessed yesterday. I had to travel through the West Midlands to Birmingham four days after the vote. I've done the same journey at the same time of day many times over the last five years.

• Number of incidents of any aggression I witnessed on this journey in the last 5 years: 0
• Number of specifically racist incidents I witnessed on this journey in the last 5 years: 0
• Number of racist incidents I witnessed on this one journey on 27-06-16: 2

• Number of racist incidents directed at the smallest non-white women present: 2

• Number of racist incidents specifically aimed at non-anglophone people for not speaking English to each other: 1

• Number of racist incidents that were aggressive rudeness by two middle-class white people in business suits: 1
(One man egged on by one woman.)

• Number of racist incidents that were spontaneous verbal aggression which appeared to be about to devolve into physical violence: 1
(I didn't see this man - I only heard him because he was behind me and I didn't want to risk catching his eye while I was interposing my taller and more muscular and older body between him and his short petite young victim. I did notice that some of the white people around us were getting out their phones and just holding them without doing anything beyond having them ready.)

• Number of women wearing headscarves usually visible on the train: some
• Number of women wearing headscarves visible on the train on 27-06-16: none
• Overall number of non-white people on the train on 27-06-16: less than half the usual

• White racists who, having crashed our currency and economy, are now targetting non-white people who are *obviously* students and tourists bringing cash into the UK economy: all of them, as far as the eye can see....

• Increasing racism stats, 2014 and 2015:

• When I was sitting on the train, before the first openly racist incident, a middle-aged white man in a business suit came and sat next to me. He appeared to know the man and woman who initiated the first racist incident and spoke to them but instead of sitting next to them he chose to sit across the aisle from them and right next to me. He appeared to want to initiate contact with me. He kept looking at me and trying to catch my eye, and got so agitated by my lack of response that he was literally twitching and bouncing in his seat. I was reading my book, and luckily it was a physical book (visibly in English) that I could hold up and not a small electronic reader, and I was deliberately wearing my go-away face. He wasn't on the train more than a couple of stops, unlike his acquaintances, so I guess I was lucky that time.
supergee: (starmaker)
Arthur D. Hlavaty ([personal profile] supergee) wrote2016-06-28 06:55 am

S[ystems] F[iction]

Pop fiction, like alcohol and sodomy, gets so much moralistic criticism that those who enjoy it can find it hard to imagine anyone refraining out of displeasure, rather than disapproval. But I’ve never liked adventure and suspense, even when they’re vicarious, and I read science fiction for its play with ideas while treating the pop-fic parts as commercially necessary filler. (Damon Knight was a huge role model.) I’ve also liked a lot of “mainstream” books that tickle the same nerve endings (The Crying of Lot 49, Magister Ludi, The Name of the Rose). Here’s a theory that covers that similarity.

Thanx to File 770
supergee: (actual)
Arthur D. Hlavaty ([personal profile] supergee) wrote2016-06-28 06:39 am


Virtual Reality could be a really good thing.

Thanx to Charlie's Diary
supergee: (JC pissed)
Arthur D. Hlavaty ([personal profile] supergee) wrote2016-06-28 06:33 am

If I were a better person, I wouldn’t post this

Differently sane Nebraskan sues all the gays in the world on God’s behalf.

Thanx to Follow Me Here
supergee: (gargoyle)
Arthur D. Hlavaty ([personal profile] supergee) wrote2016-06-28 06:31 am

Excessive warnings

The devices who cried wolf. Our car’s gas light gaslights us.

Thanx to Follow Me Here
supergee: (coy2)
Arthur D. Hlavaty ([personal profile] supergee) wrote2016-06-28 06:21 am

In the business

Stoya wants to make porn better. (Uses language & shows nipples.)

Thanx to Metafilter
the_comfortable_courtesan: image of a fan c. 1810 (Default)
the_comfortable_courtesan ([personal profile] the_comfortable_courtesan) wrote2016-06-28 09:34 am

A country-house ball in the provinces

The next morn, I go riding, and I see Miss S-, that shows a little more to advantage in riding-habit, is an extreme accomplisht equestrienne, that takes the horse that lately Mrs D- K- rode, and brings it to more mannerly ways.

I comment upon this to her and she blushes and says, O, Lady B-, you are known such a fine horsewoman –

Sure, says I, does a lady not fall off when bolt’d with, it gives the reputation of a centauress, quite unmerit’d. My dear Jezebel is the most well-conduct’d of creatures –

O, you do not bring her with you?

No, I have put her out to grass for a few weeks (I have sent her to dear Belinda in Northamptonshire to recruit a little, for I confide that Town in summer is as bad for horses as people) while I go make visits.

- But indeed, after your horrid experience yesterday, I am surpriz’d to see you riding the morn.

I give a little shrug. Sure 'twas somewhat upsetting at the time, but I find myself not entire overset by it.

Indeed swans can be quite dangerous birds.

'Tis true: and have you not observ’d, that altho’ they are a very fine sight gliding upon a lake, do you see them more closely there is something quite nasty about their looks and their serpentine necks?

She gives a little shiver and says that might make a horrid tale.

I am glad, says I, that I find myself so recover’d when there is this fine large ball this e’en.

Miss S- gives a deep sigh and I confide that she does not regard the prospect with great enthusiasm. Sure she does not have great natural advantages but yet I think that a lady’s maid of proficiency could go a deal of a way to rendering her more presentable than she usual shows, tho’ sure the strictures upon what a young unmarry’d woman may wear pose difficulties. I will go see if Docket can give her maid a few hints.

On return to the house invigorat’d by my ride, I am in great desire to ope my pretty travelling desk to begin a tale concerning a daemonick swan, but Lady D- waylays me and says that, once I have chang’d, she would be delight’d would I take a little breakfast with her in her parlour.

That would be most agreeable, says I.

While changing, I convoke with Docket about dressing Miss S-. She does not, says Docket, have her own maid, her sister’s manages any business of the kind she requires. Hmmm, says I, I confide that Sophy is quite equal to the task of dressing me for a provincial ball, while I daresay you could do somewhat to show Miss S- off to advantage.

Docket says that the on-dit in the servants’ hall is that Miss S- will come most attractive dower’d, as well as being exceeding well-connect’d: but indeed the poor creature could look a deal better. This accords with some loudly-whisper’d remark by that b---h Mrs D- K- that that pudding-fac’d dowd comes with a deal of jam to sweeten the dish. I was most greatly tempt’d to say something about how fine a catch she herself, with all her charms, marry’d – I have notic’d that altho’ she can display a fine décolletage, she at present wears her gowns cut very high, that makes me wonder upon bruising. Also I notice a disposition in Mr D- K- to make most unwont’d civil and agreeable towards me, which causes me to wonder considerable.

As I anticipate, Lady D- wishes to talk philanthropy with me over the bacon and eggs, some exceeding fine mushrooms, and muffins. I travel provid’d with a few pamphlets on my own particular causes and one or two others that I support, and I hand these to Lady D-. She says that they go about with various matters upon the estate, but 'tis very much the old-fashion’d way of comforts for the sick &C.

After we have talkt of various matters to do with good causes, and her quite passionate admiration for Mrs Fry even tho’ she be a Quaker, there is a little silence and then she says, Lady B-, you have shown most exceeding kind to my sister Agnes, I am really most gratefull for I find that there are some ladies in Society that will be quite unkind -

There are some ladies in Society that will be unkind upon any grounds at all, says I. Your sister is an excellent young woman tho’ perchance lacks a little address that would serve her well.

Lady D- sighs and says she hears it gets about that Agnes will have a fine portion, which indeed is true: but she fears that only encourages the wrong sort of suitor. What she wants for her is someone that would truly appreciate her excellent qualities –

Dear Lady D-, says I, sure there is no rush, is there?

- and she could not help noticing that Mr MacD-, that is so well-spoke of for his talents and abilities, seems to find a considerable pleasure in conversing with her.

Indeed, says I, he has mentioned to me her very exceptional apprehension in various matters. But I think you should know that he is a man of most extreme high principle, that has remarkt that 'tis exceeding distasteful to see men go marry for wealth and advantage, rather than make their way on their own merits.

It does him credit, says Lady D-. For I apprehend that that poet - o, indeed 'tis wrong to laugh but indeed I was tempt’d when I saw him pursu’d out of the lake by the swan – goes make up to Agnes for interest.

Sure 'twould not surprize me, says I.

(I am like to suppose that Lady D- is not quite as solemn and serious as she would like to present, but that she feels oblig’d to live up to her husband.)

In the afternoon I give out that I am resting in preparation for the ball, and instead sit at my pretty travelling desk scribbling; 'tis most exceeding agreeable, tho’ Docket comes scold me about inky fingers and instructs Sophy to give them a vigorous pumicing and then rub them with a special lotion she prepares. Docket then says she goes furbish up Miss S-; then spends a good quarter of an hour conveying further instructions to Sophy.

O, Docket, says I as she draws to a close, you may take my pearls for Miss S- to wear. I purpose to wear the diamond and emerald parure (for I am in a company that, apart from Sandy, knows not its history - that my belov’d Josiah gave it me shortly after the birth of our darling bundle Flora and it holds in a secret compartment a lock of her baby hair). Docket gives a little nod and tells me that I suit it admirably.

Sophy is most excit’d to have this responsibility of dressing me – tho’ 'tis but for a country-house ball in the provinces – and chatters considerable as she goes about the business.

When she has done I look at myself in the mirror – 'tis not my own very fine pier-glass, but it shows me very pleasing. Very good, Sophy, says I, and here is something towards acquiring the tools of your trade.

O, Your Ladyship! cries Sophy, babbling something about the pleasure 'tis to serve one looks so well for good dressing and does not live hand to mouth so that there is hardly a tradesman in Town will continue to do business with 'em. (I confide that Mrs D- K-'s maid has been a-gossiping: but indeed, in her shoes any would be looking out for a new place).

I perform my well-practis’d gliding like unto a swan into the ballroom, and sure this has a very gratifying effect.

I go over to Sir H- and Lady Z-, who are standing with il bello scozzese, who is tonight quite il bellissimo scozzese. I see several ladies casting admiring glances in his direction.

Lady Z- says that she confides that a little dancing cannot be harmfull, tho’ sure in this company – she looks a little scornfull about the local society - there may be some boisterous country dances: but she will sit down for them. Sir H- looks down at her and says he dares say she is the best judge of her own condition. Sure they seem on most excellent terms.

How now, my dear, says I to Sandy, as Sir H- leads out his wife in a decorous measure, how do you?

Dearest C-, he says in an undertone, I beg you, do you dance with me before I become like one that stands at the edge of the water and fears to jump in.

Why, Mr MacD-, says I, do you ask me so charming how can I refuse?

I contrive to conduct him onto the floor in such a way that it seems that he leads me. Indeed, he has no reason for his fret: Milord has taught him most excellent, and I remark upon this.

At the end of the set I look about me. Miss S- has just come in. Sure nothing could turn her into a beauty but Docket has contriv’d somehow with her hair so that her face looks less pudding-like ('tis possible that there is also the faintest hint of rouge or perchance 'tis a becoming natural colour) and that her gown suggests a figure rather than a badly stufft sack. The pearls look very well on her.

I kick Sandy in the ankle and tell him to be about his duty dances – he might also ask Lady Z-.

Lord D- comes up, makes a leg, and solicits me to the dance-floor. He tells me that he concedes to this frivolous activity because it makes for good feeling with neighbours &C and sure there can be no great objection to a private ball such as this (I confide that I shall not be about asking him to take tickets for subscription balls for causes). I see that Lady D- is greatly enjoying the business.

I observe Miss S-: once she is on the floor she is a most excellent dancer.

Mr W- Y- is not present. 'Tis given out that he swallow’d some of the lake water, which is deem’d most unwholesome, and is under the care of a physician that bleeds and purges him as a precaution. 'Tis a great relief to me.

I see Mrs D- K- in her made-over gown and her old-fashion’d jewellery that glares upon me like unto a basilisk, and I nod to her with a sweet smile. Sure I must go about remarking upon what a fine-looking creature she is, and would present most exceeding well did she dress in the crack of fashion.

azurelunatic: Raven looking at the golden apple.  (shiny)
Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz - bolt of blue - infovore) ([personal profile] azurelunatic) wrote2016-06-27 10:15 pm
Entry tags:

Unconference Friday

I again woke up early enough to get to nearly the beginning of the day, the planning session for the unconference. It was quiet enough to check email and such in the corner of the hacker lounge. Later, I went over to the buttons table and put together a few buttons with [personal profile] shadowspar and [personal profile] silveradept. [personal profile] shadowspar shared half a lemon creme doughnut with me, which (predictably) got yellowish-white delicious lemon-flavored goo all over my hands and probably face as well. Commentary was made.

It turns out that it's really hard to do tiny buttons with multiple colors of glitter-paper, so my first attempt at a bi pride glitterbutton went very badly. The second attempt was better.

There was an afternoon trip to Knit/Purl, a Local Yarn Shop. [staff profile] denise and [personal profile] kareila wound up early, I came next (followed by [personal profile] silveradept, on a mission of What Craft Supplies Have They Got, Anyway), and F and [personal profile] shadowspar joined shortly thereafter.

I escaped relatively lightly, with only one skein of yarn, which matches my hair. There was a collective attempt by all five fiber artists to get [personal profile] silveradept to join the cult club, but they resisted valiantly. I did, however, successfully coach them through Intro To Chain Stitch, and by the time the yarn group was leaving the yarn shop, they had progressed to making firm if not super even stitches at a pretty good clip.

Conference wrap-up ensued, with what-went-well and what-could-be-improved, followed by a group effort at cleaning up. There's only a one-hour window to get the truck loaded, so it has to go quickly. Fortunately, we are nothing if not helpful, and there was a lot of furniture-slinging.

Eventually the hacker lounge was at a furniture-to-workers ratio where my presence would have been more hindrance than help, so I wandered out into the lobby. Farewells were said. I threatened to get perhaps over-emotional, and fled to the sidewalk where I could have a little more space.

Then it was over! Silver walked me to the correct streetcar stop, and I headed back to my dorm and started packing up and planning for next year. F had an early-ish flight out, but I slept overnight before checking out Saturday morning and making the long drive home.
onyxlynx: The words "Onyx" and "Lynx" with x superimposed (Default)
onyxlynx ([personal profile] onyxlynx) wrote2016-06-27 10:22 pm
Entry tags:

The Sphinx Dances with Turandot

 If the riddle in the fable isn't answered correctly, what happens?

Usually, death.  Because serious stumpers aren't cheap.  But these days, killing for a misanswered conundrum seems a little...excessive.

Brought to you by the last couple of verses of "Tam Lin" and the fact that I used to think that "Matty Groves" was a Tragic Lesbian Romance.  (Steeleye Span early in the morning usually took a minute to penetrate the fog and make sense.  So I misssed the pronoun; also, in my milieu, "Matty" was more likely a "Matilda" rather than a "Matthew."  Did I mention that until last year I'd never heard the end of the Nick Danger sketch because it was generally played on the radio just before I fell asleep?)
azurelunatic: Teddybear that contains ethernet switch.  (teddyborg)
Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz - bolt of blue - infovore) ([personal profile] azurelunatic) wrote2016-06-27 05:47 pm
Entry tags:

Thursday at the conference:

Woke up early enough to hit the morning keynote, which surprised me! I was waking up earlier and earlier each morning there.

Attended the long-form morning "Exit Condition" talk, which was very good and also I definitely had to due to helping bounce the name around! There are so many good and interrelated talks at this conference. "Exit Condition" was about the three options when things aren't going well: GTFO, yell, or duck and cover. My talk was on applied yelling. Last year, Heidi Waterhouse did a talk on whistleblowing, which is a specific kind of applied yelling. I recommend all three as a set.

Parts of the greater #Dreamwidth crew went down to the diner from Tuesday night and had a nice quiet introvert lunch, during which time the following interlude occured:

Azz: *reading email* *sudden double facepalm* *helpless giggles*
Rah: "Silver, did you break Azz?"
Silver: (unaware of where I was in my inbox) "No?"
Azz: "YES."

Much hilarity at my expense ensued, including F coming over, reading my phone screen, and then wordlessly slapping me on the back in such a 100% bro-tastic way that I sat up straight and (mock)protested "HOW DID YOU JUST MISGENDER ME WITH A BACKSLAP?!?!?!" because seriously, HOW EVEN do you do that???

The afternoon was excellent as well. I vaguely recall sitting out for a session? But I was nowhere near as exhausted as I was last year, even on insufficient sleep.

But then it was party time. I found a quiet corner, and some of the usual suspects joined. I took a moment to leave a birthday voicemail for a certain vividly colored geekfriend, then rejoined and spent much of the evening comparing notes and cracking up with the crew.

Despite the lack of intoxicants at the party, I was in a bit of a pleasantly mentally addled state when it came time to walk back to the dorm, enough so that F found it prudent to get some rooibos tea into me before packing me off to bed.
secretlondon ([personal profile] secretlondon) wrote in [community profile] flaneurs2016-06-27 08:06 pm

IIa (ish)

It's now the 27th and I haven't done any of the walks I'd intended to. I think I'll have to run into July.

I went to have a blood test and on the way back sat in a quiet pub having a half. I thought - why don't I do a flan home? The pub I was in, the Bear, is on Camberwell Station Road, and has a railway viaduct passing outside. However there is no station - weird! It was also previously called the station tavern.

There was a station of course, it closed in 1916, or 1964 if you consider goods traffic. Thameslink trains now go past, but they don't stop.

I decided my flan would be to walk the route between two stations, neither of which are there any more. Camberwell station (1862-1916) to Walworth Road station (1863-1916).

pics )

twistedchick: daffodils in rain, my photo (Default)
twistedchick ([personal profile] twistedchick) wrote2016-06-27 02:29 pm
copperbadge: (radiofreemondaaay)
copperbadge ([personal profile] copperbadge) wrote2016-06-27 07:34 am
Entry tags:

(no subject)

Good morning everyone, and welcome to Radio Free Monday!

It's a suspiciously quiet RFM this week; if you submitted an item and it doesn't show up below, let me know, because I'm semi-suspecting the form might not have registered everyone's entries.

Ways to Give:

[ profile] rilee16 is still struggling to cover medical expenses after two head injuries last year, and hasn't been cleared to return to work, thus can't earn money to cover basic living costs, let alone the bills they've received. You can read more and help out here.

[ profile] editrx has been struggling to keep her indy bookstore afloat for this past year, and on top of her troubles there, she's now been the subject of a violent assault by her housemate. She's dealing with mounting medical bills and trauma from the assault and needs a lawyer to ensure her attacker is charged properly and convicted. You can read more and give here, or support Starcat Books by purchasing here. She also has jewelry for sale on Etsy. (Obviously if you're shopping her etail or etsy there may be a delay in delivery.)


Zuzana and her husband are on a road trip around North America and Canada, couchsurfing to save money. They are looking for a place to stay in the Boston, MA area between 7/8 and 7/10, but haven't managed to find anything yet. If you have a couch to spare or know someone who does, you can view their travels and get in touch at their facebook page here.

And this has been Radio Free Monday! Thank you for your time. You can post items for my attention at the Radio Free Monday submissions form or via email at copperbadge at gmail dot com. If you're not sure how to proceed, here is a little more about what I do and how you can help (or ask for help!). If you're new to fundraising, you may want to check out my guide to fundraising here.
the_comfortable_courtesan: image of a fan c. 1810 (Default)
the_comfortable_courtesan ([personal profile] the_comfortable_courtesan) wrote2016-06-27 09:16 am

I know not how Leda could have been beguil'd

That e’en we are sat in the drawing-room and several of the ladies bring out albums wherein they desire the rest of the company to write, or perchance draw.

I do not have one myself, but I look over Lady Z-'s shoulder as Miss S- writes a pretty sonnet in hers.

O, says I, that is a very charming poem, who is it by? Do you perchance have a volume of their works?

Miss S- blushes, and says, she is a foolish creature, that was very struck by this one – 'twas she thinks in some magazine, but she does not recollect if it gave the name of the author.

Oho, thinks I, that does not seem to me the practice of one that is as nice a judge of poetry as Sandy gives out: I confide that she goes write poems herself in secret.

When she comes shyly offering me her own album to write in, I take thought and indite those very fine lines of the Bard’s from that very peculiar work, Measure for Measure, that argue that Heaven doth with us as we with torches do/ Not light them for themselves.

She looks at me and bites her lip and says 'tis a fine strong sentiment, tho’ 'tis not a play she knows (indeed, there are matters in it that are not agreeable to the more refin'd taste of the present day). But, O, Lady B-, will you read us a little?

Why, if 'tis agreeable to the company, I will do so, says I, picking up the volume of Shakspeare from the table upon which I have prudently laid it. Is there any passage you would in particular like?

Miss S- covers her mouth with her hand, and then says, perchance that piece you just writ for me?

So I read that, and a few other choice speeches, but I do not essay, in this company, Juliet’s nurse.

I am carefull not to overstay my welcome in the matter. Closing the volume, I pat the place on the sopha next to me and desire Miss S- to come talk to me (for I perceive she is eager to do so). She asks several intelligent questions, and then falls silent for a moment. She then says, is not Mr W- Y- account’d a fine poet? Sure he has had his works publisht.

Why, says I, I daresay there are those that cry him up exceedingly, but I will confess to you, Miss S-, tho’ I hope you will maintain all discretion - she covers her mouth – that there are a good many of the poets of the day that I would place ahead of him. But sure 'tis a matter of personal taste, and one cannot make those judgements of posterity as to who is truly the favourite of the Muses.

Only, she says, I have read the criticisms and there are two criticks that are usually quite at odds disprais’d his latest volume. Sure I am usually like to agree with the opinions of Deacon Brodie

(O dear, thinks I, has she gone show her own poems to Mr W- Y-?)

At this moment come in the gentlemen. Mr W- Y- is besought by several ladies to write a little something in their albums. He gives out that he writes a little verse for each quite impromptu, but I am like to suspect that he has a prepar’d collection of short verses to inscribe in ladies’ albums as desir’d.

Miss S- says she was extreme thrill'd by that fine tale I told - do you know Naples well, Lady B-? - O, says I, a sojourn of a few months about the business of settling my late husband's estate, no more. - Only, she goes on, I late read a fine novel set in those parts and wonder'd how like to nature was the depiction, 'tis call'd The Antiquarian's Daughter.

Why, says I, I do not consider that the author rivals Mrs Radcliffe in the depiction of scenery; but I do not think there are any errours. Save, I add with a smile, I confide that banditti are not quite so romantick.

She giggles. I daresay not!

But you read novels, Miss S-? I apprehend that your sister does not.

Oh, she says, Dora - she was christen’d Theodora but has always been Dora within the family - is become very serious now she is marry’d and thinks on her responsibilities in her new station.

Why, says I, the Duchess of M- is most extreme conscientious over her duties, but will take a little novel-reading as refreshment from them.

Miss S- sighs. She looks over at her sister, that makes her some sign, for she turns back and says she should not keep me from the company.

I look about and observe that Sir H- Z- is being most unwont'd attentive to his wife, ensuring she is not sat in a draught &C, so I confide all is well there. And then several fellows come gather about me, endeavour to solicit promises of dances at the ball, offer to take me boating upon the lake, and in general behave in a manner most soothing to my vanity.

The next morn we are promis’d the treat of going visit Lord P-'s fine herd of cows. Indeed I have no great mind to this treat, but 'twould be incivil not to go see these great favourites of his.

Sure cows are very large creatures, and I have some doubt of their amiability, however much Lord P- may say they are fine gentle animals. One of them comes right up to the fence - I step back.

Alas that I had not not’d Mr W- Y- immediate behind me.

O, Mr Y-, I cry, does not that cow have a ferocious air? Pray it does not break thro’ the fence.

Lord P- proposes a pleasing amble thro’ the field. Rather than saying he will protect me from any offer of attack by the cows, Mr W- Y- says he can see that I have an understandable feminine timidity over cows, which have indeed been known to attack, particular do they have calves, and he will be delight’d to escort me back to the house, or perhaps I might care for a little gentle boating on the lake?

I confide he has some nervousness of cows himself. I concede to his offer, for I am a true daughter of Eve and am rul’d by curiosity.

There are several fine rowing boats does any desire to take a little ride upon the lake, and Mr W- Y- hands me into one, then gets in himself, causing it to rock considerable, at which I make little timid cries, for I doubt not that he expects such from me.

He commences to row - sure this is a manly activity of which I know little, but I do not think he is an entire master of the art.

He says something about these shocking rumours concerning the Graf von M-, sure that must have been greatly distressing to you, Lady B-.

O, I say, a quite horrid business, the wretch’d fellow.

Taken in by such a wild tale, he goes on. Tho’ indeed, he adds, you have such a sweet and trusting disposition, Lady B-, that I might offer to suppose that perchance you might be taken in by those that workt upon your good nature.

I put on my pretty puzzl’d look. O, says I, even did my friends prevail upon me in some such matter, I am not mistress in my own household and confide that my good people would have found some objection.

Sure they are most exemplary protective of you, he remarks. (I confide that Hector has lookt at him in a manner promising pugilistick art does he go misbehave himself.)

With some splashing and some rocking of the boat, the poet turns our course into the somewhat shelter’d arm of the lake that is crosst by the ornamental bridge. I am like to suspect that Mr W- Y- desires a little concealment for whatever he intends.

However, comes hissing like a serpent towards us across the water a large swan - Mr W- Y- somewhat awkward sends us heading back to the open lake, but the swan comes pursue us and offers to attack the boat.

Sure swans are nasty creatures: I know not how Leda could have been beguil’d.

Mr W- Y- thrusts at the swan with one of the oars, which only serves to enrage it further. Then he essays to stand – the boat rocks wildly and a little water slops in, and I let out a shriek.

He thrusts once more towards the swan with an oar, and then – I daresay 'twould have happen’d anyway, even had I not somehow contriv’d to let my parasol catch his legs – falls into the water, and commences upon swimming with much splashing away from the swan, which pursues.

By now there is a crowd gather’d upon the shore of the lake of those who had not gone view the cows this morn. Lord D- and another gentleman jump into one of the other boats and row out to my rescue (indeed I was wondering how I should get back, now that one of the oars has fallen into the water).

They convey me back to the shore where I am offer’d smelling bottles &C, and I go into mild hystericks, for I see this is anticipat’d and consider’d most entirely proper.

I observe Mr W- Y- crawling up onto dry land, while several gentlemen try distract the swan.

Lady D-, that wafts at me with her fan, says sure they should make sure all are warn’d not to pass under the bridge, the swans nest there and are readily rous’d to offer defence, extreme fierce.

I am convey’d indoors to take some restorative tea.