O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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Judi looks like she’s about to burst into laughter… And Tom’s barely holding it together…
There is an unwritten code that women in fantasy novels must not be older than thirty, or they’re all the grandmotherly types over sixty, but rarely are there any in the forty to fifty range. There are a few exceptions to this rule, but since the 1990s, female characters over forty seem to have faded into the background scenery, and very few are protagonists.
Part of this is our current culture. I see it every time I go online. So-and-so actress is aging well, but only because she appears as if she is ten or twenty years younger. Helen Mirren and Dame Judi Dench are the exceptions to this rule. Both of these ladies have played chrome-assed bitches in their films. They don’t waffle or give long, righteous speeches about women and what they need. They wade right into a situation and get the job done.
I haven’t read the rest of this article on older women characters in fantasy fiction yet - because reading the comment about Judi made me think of M - who definitely qualifies as “a chrome-assed bitch” who wades in and gets the job done, so I had to blog it.
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I may, just may, be flailing like a fangirl right now! Ben Daniels is in it!!! I’ve been waiting FOREVER to see Ben doing some Shakespeare!!!
pers-books: Quote a bit of my writing at me. Find that one story of mine that you really like, and find a sentence or a paragraph that presses your prose-buttons in the right way, and comment here with it.
What do you like (you’re allowed to choose more than one if you can’t choose just one!)? Well, as it cut off my ‘answer’… here we be again:
“Perhaps ‘adorable’ is the wrong adjective,” Bond suggests, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I think she’s magnificent.” He reaches down and rubs the back of one ear with his fingertip, and the cat begins to purr, quietly at first, then more loudly. He becomes absorbed in his action and doesn’t see the wide-eyed looks his companions are giving him: Eve looks jealous, Q is startled, and Tanner is intrigued.
Bond crouches down so that he’s nearly at eye level with the cat. “You’re a proper queen, aren’t you?” he says softly, and the cat head butts his hand, making him chuckle. “The Egyptians used to worship cats, and I can quite see why.” The others can only stare as Bond begins tugging at her ears and tickling her under the chin, murmuring to her so quietly that they can’t hear the words.
This is the fic I read when I want a smile. It’s my happy go to fic.
An Englishman, a Frenchman, a Spaniard and a German are all standing watching a street performer do some excellent juggling. The juggler notices that the four gentlemen have a very poor…
An Englishman, a Frenchman, a Spaniard and a German are all standing watching a street performer do some excellent juggling. The juggler notices that the four gentlemen have a very poor view, so he stands up on a large wooden box and calls out, “Can you all see me now?”
Say it aloud and think about how each word’s pronounced (especially if you’re an English person who’s not brilliant at languages): “Yes” “We” “See” “Ya” - it’s a linguistic pun - and thus is both clever and very groan-worthy…