And they keep mentioning it as his "limb,"
This does not in any way reduce my inner conviction that he has the Syphy.
'A Hole in the World'
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And they keep mentioning it as his "limb,"
This does not in any way reduce my inner conviction that he has the Syphy.
I think you can get tuberculosis of a bone ... but what do I know?
I DO know that not only did the most prudish Victorians use "limb" instead of "leg", they'd put, basically, pants on piano and table legs (so they wouldn't be out in plain sight and leading people to think of people legs).
omnis! Thought you might be interested in this [link]
And, yep, that Heather is me, but I really meant what I said, and not just cause I know you.
In the Onion book Our Dumb Century, there's a fake ad for some patent medicine that has a big list of all the old-time-y diseases and conditions that it cures - stuff like TB and consumption, and what-not. But my fave thing it cures is "the screaming shits."
I think I've had those.
OK, I just spit water on my keyboard over this. The line under the photo.
Shakespearian types...is Macbeth too much for a 12 year old?
Herbert seems to think that what Elsie thought was "I'll marry you if Papa say it's all right, and he'll probably say no," was actually, "Yes, I'll marry you! Once I get the tiny matter of my father's permission out of the way." And Elsie isn't sure she wants to marry him, because she wants to belong to her father for a bit longer, but she's afraid that her father will pity Herbert and so say yes.
Agreed on "limb", but the skirts on table legs thing is pure urban legend -- the sort of thing where someone snarks "oh, she's so prudish she'd probably do x..." and the next person picks it up as "she actually DOES x". It is true that 19th century decorating taste tended to the extravagantly swaggy, but that's more a matter of "look how sumptuous I can afford to be in our shining new industrialized middle class!"
drat! can we just pretend it's true? (Elsie would probably put skirts on the furniture ... if papa told her to. And didn't insist she do the sewing on Sunday.)