Sitting in the overheated King's Manor library writing my 18th-century Representations of Women essay, which for some reason is so far 500 words on Anna Laetitia Barbauld's stupid flower poetry rather than the awesome Foucauldian treatise on Anne Lister and Jane Austen I was envisioning. (I'm hoping to get to the awesome Foucauldian bit soon.) Anyway, the point is I want to quote some Shakespeare, literally for no other reason than that it clarifies a point I'm making (the line is "an art which does mend nature, change it rather, but the art itself is nature", from A Winter's Tale. I think I've quoted that before in the blog, which I expect is why it came to mind), and it's causing me no small frustration that, no longer being an undergraduate, I can't get away with that sort of thing. Back in the days when I wrote my essays from seven to nine the morning they were due, I used to put in every anachronistic thing that came into my semi-conscious head and think nothing of it.
It's going well, though, apart from that; I'm going to lull the marker from the history department into a sense of false security with historical documents and flower poetry and then hit them with a ton of narrative theory. Whee
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hahaha! Studid flower poetry er anerkjent valium for historikere. Et utmerket valg til innledningen. (Vi bruker det faktiskt ofte som premedikasjon før operasjon når vi har med historikere å gjøre. Virkningen er rask og selv om de ofte blir avhengig så er det helt sosialt akseptabelt.)
Lykke til! mamma
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