Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Chesterton on the Victorians

"What was really unsatisfactory in Victorian literature is something much easier to feel than to state. It was not so much a superiority in the men of other ages to the Victorian men. It was a superiority of Victorian men to themselves. The individual was unequal. Perhaps that is why the society became unequal: I cannot say. They were lame giants; the strongest of them walked on one leg a little shorter than the other. A great man in any age must be a common man, and also an uncommon man. Those that are only uncommon men are perverts and sowers of pestilence. But somehow the great Victorian man was more and less than this. He was at once a giant and a dwarf."

from The Victorian Age in Literature

Monday, September 19, 2005

Avast, ye scurvy bilge rats!

It be Talk Like a Pirate Day! We at the Flying Inn shall see what crawled out o' the ol' bung hole and raise a glass o' grog to the Jolly Roger!

And for today ye may call me Mad Jenny Kid! Arr.

My pirate name is:

Mad Jenny Kidd

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!

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