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Queen B! We found this royal insect in our copy of Charles Butler’s The Femininʻ Monarchiʻ, or The Histori of Beeʻs (Oxford, 1634), which was likely previously owned by Benjamin Franklin. #MacroMonday

Butler, Charles. The femininʻ monarchiʻ, or the histori of beeʻs. Oxford [England], Printed by William Turner, for đe author. M.DC.XXXIV. [1634]

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It is said that when Cenna of Eddis was awarded the Golden Pen, the Annux asked her why she had made him appear a fool on the stage and she answered “So that you will not be a fool on the throne.”

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When Cenna of Eddis was awarded the Golden Pen, the Annux thanked her for the play, and when she asked him why he was pleased he said “because no one believes what they see on the stage.”

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When he was asked his opinion of the play of Cenna of Eddis, the Annux said that it was a wise play, but dangerous, for it revealed that a king could do as he pleased, as long as he appeared a fool.

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A stack of books that were either never finished, never published, or were destroyed.


Pratchett’s unfinished works were run over by a steamroller as per his wishes, Waugh set fire to his manuscript, Sappho’s poetry was burned by order of the Pope and Lady Wortley Montagu’s daughter threw her journals in the fire for being too incendiary, ironically. The others were either started or planned out but never completed.

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Sappho’s poetry was burned by order of the Pope

This is lovely picture, and I too, wish that Sappho’s poems had survived in a manuscript transmission, but this isn’t true. Sappho’s poems circulated for about 800 years after her death, and were collected and organized in volumes for about 600 of those years; we don’t have them not because the last surviving copy was dramatically incinerated, but because – and this is something that Sappho has in common with every other archaic Greek lyric poet – she wasn’t a standard school author, and so didn’t make it through the “format change” from papyrus scroll to parchment codex. Only one classical lyric poet survives in any part in manuscript transmission (Pindar, 4 books of victory odes).

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I wish more than anything in the world I remembered what the book was called, because I will 100% never find it again (too niche) (hyper local history on Wisconsin lumber camps) and once I type it out no one will believe me BUT

Way out in the woods there wasn't much opportunity for entertainment, and at night the foreman or whoever would fall back on that tried and true 19th century past time of reading aloud, which was more popular than one might expect. Apparently there'd be a bunch of burly dudes around the campfire rapturously listening to Jane Eyre, to the point where one of them exclaimed, at a moment of peril for the heroine [sadly paraphrased by me] 'God DAMN them! God them that would be so cruel to one of God's own lambs!' etc

I wish more than anything I could find the book again and confirm the quote both for my own sake but also for our proud heritage of being completely insane. Heirloom blorbo.

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holy SHIT i found it

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"He spent his winter evenings reading from the boss' collection of Walter Scott novels. The linkage of lumberjacks and literature was not entirely exceptional. James Johnston, a Canadian immigrant who spent the winter of 1856-1857 logging on a branch of the Snake River, was delighted to find in camp a copy of Ivanhoe and a collection of Captain Maryatt novels. Later he "made it a custom to have some book in camp and sometimes at the request of the boys would read aloud while the crew would listen." On one improbably occasion he was reading Jane Eyre to the men who sat in rapt attention as the young orphan Jane was humiliated by one of her teachers. One of the men, who regarded Jane Eyre as "one of God's little lambs", shouted out a curse "from the very bottom of his soul" at the insult to the heroine. The rest of the crew then "broke out in cheers and laughter"

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Blorbo from my campfire read-aloud.

i'm a lumberjack and i'm not okay that they're being mean to my fave the greatest human invention is enjoying stories with friends
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Medieval Skull Clasp, made in 1500, it was designed for the road: it concerns a portable Book of Hours (or prayer book) that was carried around by a pilgrim on his religious pilgrimage. The clasp holds the book closed, which is decorated with a skull carved out of bone – Source

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