Cymbeline (1913)
—oh wow. Also, I bet a silent film version of Cymbeline would actually be pretty amazing.
Let them come:
They come like sacrifices in their trim,
And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war
All hot and bleeding will we offer them:
The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit
Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire
To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh
And yet not ours.…unf.
(Not that it worked out for you, and not that this is a useful mindset for this or really any day and age, but still.)
So I just started my Interactive Producing midterm, which involves building/hand-coding a functional three-page website from scratch. It’s due tomorrow at noon. Should have started earlier. Am going to try and not give any fucks, like Harry Percy, and just do it.
Because that worked out so super well for him.
“Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.”
BEN WHISHAW, WHERE DID YOUR FACE COME FROM.
Henry Faber in The Hollow Crown - Henry IV Part 2
The Duke of Lancaster’s face speaks for us all sometimes.
(Source: thegirlwhodidntliveuptohername, via hollowcrownfans)
This books sounds like it will be a great read - will have to pick up a copy now that it’s been released. You can read the essay by Germaine Greer for free at the New Yorker online.
Totally grabbed a copy. Have been meaning to make time for it. When I’m not too busy constantly reloading Tumblr.
Part two of gender-swapped Henry IV: Lady Hotspur (with a bonus, uncharacteristically subdued-looking Kate Percy)
From top left: army uniform, rebel uniform, and at home.
aldfkjhfdjhsfl where is part one?
(You don’t even know how much I’ve been craving genderswapped Hotspur in my life.)
