"The love that dare not speak its name" was a phrase used in Oscar Wilde's trial for homosexuality. I suspect it has an earlier origin.
Eggs. The living legend needs eggs. Or maybe another milk.
Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
We're Literary 2: To Read Makes Our Speaking English Good
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
Ginger - Mar 23, 2005 3:32:23 pm PST #7301 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Brynn - Mar 23, 2005 3:35:17 pm PST #7302 of 10002
"I'd rather discuss the permutations of swordplay, with an undertone of definite allusion to sex." Beverly, offering an example of when your characters give you 'tude.
Well, I that phrasing sounds sort of biblical... Or at least like a paraphrasing from the Bible. Maybe I will try to Google Scholar it. Now that it's confirmed Oscar, I should be able to nail it down. Thank you.
Ginger - Mar 23, 2005 3:35:53 pm PST #7303 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Here's a reference -- [link]
Brynn - Mar 23, 2005 3:41:42 pm PST #7304 of 10002
"I'd rather discuss the permutations of swordplay, with an undertone of definite allusion to sex." Beverly, offering an example of when your characters give you 'tude.
Ginger: Thank you. You're a lifesaver. In the saving me from academic death way I mean--not in the delicious *especially when red* candy way. Though, I suppose, you could be both?
JZ - Mar 23, 2005 3:58:03 pm PST #7305 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Brynn, did you see my post in Natter? The actual source (surprised the hell out of me -- I could've sworn it was Wilde himself) was his lover Bosie Douglas.
Almare - Mar 23, 2005 4:04:55 pm PST #7306 of 10002
"My drink preference does not indicate my sexual preference. "
So could I. In fact I think I did.
sighs
And I call myself a rabid fan...
Also, who's read Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell? Anybody?
sumi - Mar 23, 2005 4:32:05 pm PST #7307 of 10002
Art Crawl!!!
I have.
I took out Sharyn McCrumb's Saint Dale yesterday. It's like the Chaucer's Canterbury Tales, except that instead of Canterbury it's about a pilgrimmage to sites of interest in the life of Dale Earnhardt.
So, I was thinking about Sharyn McCrumb while walking to work this morning and I've realized that her Elizabeth MacPherson mysteries really remind me alot of old Scooby Doo cartoons.
sj - Mar 23, 2005 4:39:09 pm PST #7308 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
l just started reading it, Almare, but I haven't gotten very far yet.
Brynn - Mar 23, 2005 5:06:25 pm PST #7309 of 10002
"I'd rather discuss the permutations of swordplay, with an undertone of definite allusion to sex." Beverly, offering an example of when your characters give you 'tude.
Brynn, did you see my post in Natter? The actual source (surprised the hell out of me -- I could've sworn it was Wilde himself) was his lover Bosie Douglas.
Oh, well, that is surprising. Thanks for the research all. Once again, Buffistas are the ultimate Scoobies.
Almare - Mar 24, 2005 5:21:04 am PST #7310 of 10002
"My drink preference does not indicate my sexual preference. "
Darn I despretely want to talk about the book! So, heh, spoilers for bits of the whole thing.
Like the adorable way that the footnotes tell their own amusing story!
Also, I am totally suprised that with the ending no one has written any Childermass/Vinculus slash. It's such a cute theif like relationship they have at the end.
And was any one scandalized that Jonathan left his wife behind?! Because, towards the end He went to all the trouble of getting her to out of the fairy realm, only to leave her to work with Norrell at God nows where?
Did any one else feel severe pride during the meeting of the new Learned Society of Yorkshire Magicians, when the gentlewoman was the only magician out of 5 sibblings that wanted to bother with the group? Heh. I loved the way her father defended her, despite the fact he thought they were all idiots.