Yes! And deftly used quite often. Esther’s description of the not-afraid-of-hard-work loudmouth’s charity visit is imo all the more scathing from her syrupy lips. Plus Esther’s presence didn’t save the infant, and her sensibilities ring, if not hollow, at least useless.
It’s been a while, but I remember it was really unexpected and a lot of fun. Let’s do it!
I’ve rewatched twice and am particularly good at Trixie lines but yeah, it’s just so dense that things pop up like new a lot!
Ah, Trixie. It’s so good to know there are others who appreciate Deadwood.
Do you know much about Transcendentalism? If not, maybe hit the Wikipedia page for the basics. Suggested essays if you’re ambitious. Song of Myself reads part ode to the philosophy and part a poetic form of persuasive essay to me.
I’ve had this in my book pile for quite a while and summer seems like a good time to read it.
He expresses himself beautifully, in a groundbreaking way for the time, and is uniquely American.
Oh yes. The perfect equality of the female and the male, but I’m pretty certain Whitman believes in separate and well-defined roles for each. Not too clear on what a woman’s is other than having children begat on them. I am trying to read the father of free verse with an open mind though.
“It’s wood could only be American!” is still haunting me. Thank you for sharing some of the Kish illustrations.
Please add.
Or an Emily Dickenson poem
Old English?? Someone needs to toss this person a copy of Beowulf.
This is perfect. No one does relatable unhinged like Olivia Coleman or clueless bravado unhinged like Melissa McCarthy. We also need at least one of the Derry Girls.
Excellent choices. Now I want to make it a musical 🎶 hmmm
And here we have a classic. What do you do with a drunken sailor?
This is a whale of a song…
First read, and in the beginning Ish delightfully reads as a word drunk Shakespearean fool in the early chapters, which for the sake of the narrative will have to shift, but it was fun.
He was tasked with teaching reading, writing, arithmetic and the Bible, but as an over educated schoolmaster, sneaks in tales of the Iliad and the Odyssey, sometimes confounding his students by slipping into (bad) Greek.
My edition was the free book I chose at my local library for completing a reading challenge this summer. So it’s brewed in good intentions. Hoping it sees me through. 🐋🐳
Just making sure I asked to be added. 🐳🐋
I sensed he wanted to remember her in an idealized, romanticized past. But he was there, and did not announce himself to her, and give her a choice in NOT seeing him. I really have a hard time with the male/female power dynamic in those times. Good old granny came through for her though.
As much as I empathize with the need to self-soothe and sympathize with how hard it is to discover a new way to do it, handing money over to elite over the holidays is too close to a stamp of approval for me. I’ve slowly found other ways.
My father and uncle both found they had prostate cancer through screening. My uncle chose aggressive treatment, my father chose the least aggressive. Either could have chosen no treatment. It’s about informed choice. And with no screening, there is neither information or choice.
Archer could have his wealth and position in society or he could have Ellen. It was naive to think he could have both. Is the age of innocence that youthful time when a person doesn’t understand they aren’t “special” - that they too will suffer societal constraints or pay a cost? 🏹
The ice, the labor involved in the meringue, the fruit, especially if exotic, I can see the status markers.
I can’t think of a time he’s properly been invited to see her, other than the first time. He travels to her on pretenses. Never invited inside by her. Sees her on a bench. Along road on way home from church. Lies in wait outside Beauforts. Surprise carriage. It’s so aggressive.
Am I the only one getting stalker vibes from Archer? 🏹
It was powerful. May is furious and determined to win this battle. I
It’s such a slap. Thoroughbred horse breeding was a solid gentleman’s hobby. Horse-dealer you say? That’s just a shady job.
