4.02.2007

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly,
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved.

As you like it, Shakespeare.

Portrait by John Faed, 1819-1902.
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Sera said...

Hi Wendy.

This site is amazing!
I recently read a book called 'The Lambs of London - A NOVEL' by Peter Acrkroyd and came across the mention of follies. I have commented under this post as the book centres around the authenticity of some Shakespear papers. I have written quite a large part of the paragraph as I think that the description is quite lovely - hopefully you'll like it too.

'Quite by chance I passed the house three days later on my way to a book binder in Clipstone Street. Do you know the neighbourhood, Mis Lamb? It is not antique, but it is interesting. I had as yet no real intention of visiting her, but I must admit that I had been a good deal intrigued by her. I glanced into the ground floor window and, on a long table, what did I see but heaps of papers and rolls of manuscripts! There were files and boxes on the table, also, together with other documents that had been tied with string or tape. So she had been speaking no less than the truth about her husbands papers. I did not hesitate, but on an instinct climbed the steps and rang the bell; to my suprise, she answered the door herself. ''I hoped that you would come, Mr Ireland. I have been waiting for you.''
She took me into the ground-floor room that had the papers. I could see a long and narrow garden at the back, where there was one of those follies in the form of a rock pool. They have become quite a fashion.''

18/04/2007, 16:49

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