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This week’s Bookworm Saturday explores the world of fools:
‘When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.’
—William Shakespeare
King Lear
🎨 Frederick Bensell
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Every idiot who goes about with 'Merry Christmas' on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart.
#CharlesDickens: A Christmas Carol
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Pocket, Queen Cordelia’s trusted fool, is lured into a trap by a merchant, Antonio, by senator Brabantio and by Iago, a naval officer. In a dark dungeon he is offered a rare Amontillado and we all know how that usually goes.
Christopher Moore, “The Serpent of Venice”
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🌺🤍🌺"From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dress’d in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing."
📖Shakespeare - Sonnet 98
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Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
~Shakespeare, Sonnet 18
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"This I do vow, and this shall ever be:
I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee." (Shakespeare)
🎨 Charles Robinson
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‘Oh, it's delightful to have ambitions. I'm so glad I have such a lot. And there never seems to be any end to them – that's the best of it. Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another one glittering higher up still.'
- Anne -"Anne of Green Gables"
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Salutations, dear Bibliophiles✨
Saturday is BookCat’s catnap day. You can find today’s hashtag fun with our scintillating pals at #BookWormSat, #Superstitiology, #ofdarkandmacabre and #GothicSpring. https://t.co/zw4fuNAPzk
One autumnal evening, when the winds lay still in heaven, Morella called me to her bedside. There was a dim mist over all the earth ... and amid the rich October leaves of the forest, a rainbow from the firmament had surely fallen.
~ Poe
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LAUGHING, lucky Four-Leafed Clover
Is a most atrocious rover;
Doesn’t stay long in one place,
Goes and never leaves a trace.
Marion T. Ross (1881-1937)
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Happy St. Patrick’s Day🍀
Sharing some leprechaun images from my beloved and worn copy of FAERIES by Brian Froud and Alan Lee that I’ve had since I was 12.
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The nursery rhyme, Mary Had a Little Lamb was a true story. In 1815, nine-year-old Mary Sawyer had a little lamb that followed her to the one-room schoolhouse, Redstone.
Fellow student, John Roulstone, wrote the famous poem about the event for Mary.
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When Celtic Finn Mccool sailed with his men their ship reached a mysterious island that was as beautitul as dangerous.
Birds were singing and in the dark forest was a well with a curiously wrought drinking-horn.
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'Out with you upon the wild waves, children of the king!
Henceforth your cries shall be with the flocks of birds.'
-Joseph Jacobs, The Fate of the Children of Lir.
🎨P.J. Lynch
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Darklings!
@SuperstitionSat Sam, one's other favourite cat, chose Frank Dean's "Irish Coast" (c 1890) for Conrad the Crow's background in this week's wallpaper to fly over while we collect tales from the insular Celts together with #bookchatweekly & #bookwormsat this week!
"There's my little dog! I always thought he was real. Fancy him being here, when I've looked all over the sands and called and whistled every day for him!"
On Roverandom, a story #Tolkien wrote in 1925 to console his son who lost his toy dog on the beach.
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A #sonnet about my palace guard, soon to be awake and on duty, so watch out. Illustration by #JohnBauer. #BookWormSat Complete poem, "Three #Bears" at link: https://t.co/QZkHPKVWVD
"Fear and flee the wolf; for, worst of all, the wolf may be more than he seems.” (Angela Carter)
🎨 Mori Raito
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‘There is a vast melancholy in the canticles of the wolves, melancholy infinite as the forest, endless as these long nights of winter and yet that ghastly sadness, that mourning for their own…’
—Angela Carter
🎨 Susan Seddon Boulet
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Salutations, dear Bibliophiles✨
Saturday is BookCat’s catnap day. You can find today’s hashtag fun with our pals at #BookWormSat, #Superstitiology, #ofdarkandmacabre and #GothicSpring.
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