For maximum effect, please pretend you are in
the year 1813 while reading the following post. Also, pretend you are reading
from paper and not a computer. How about drinking a cup of tea while you read
it by candlelight?
Dearest
friend, June, 1813
I must tell you about my life threatening encounter with the notorious Lord Byron. Yes, he is a gentleman who writes (have you read Childe Harold´s Pilgrimage? If not, then you should) but I must say that he is mad, bad and DANGEROUS to know.
First,
let me describe his looks: His pale skin seems like a porcelain vase illuminated
from within, his blue eyes are so intense they almost stopped my heart, and his
“devil may care” attitude makes me care all that more. Just so you don´t think
I am completely in love with him, let me say he does have a receding chin.
Second, he
is not just a pretty face; he is involved in politics, giving his support to
the working class. Must he always do the opposite of what he is expected to do?
Is like he is delighted to be hated by his aristocratic peers.
But he is nice to look at and helps those less fortunate (Dreamy).
Unfortunately he is famous not only for his poetry, but also for his womanizing ways. He tried to seduce me, and I told him we should just be friends. He responded "“A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends”. Can you belive the nerve? I will under no circumstances become another one of his conquests. I am married for God´s sakes.
Nevertheless, I enjoy his poems very much. He signed my copy of the Giaour. It tells the story of a woman in the East, drowned in the sea for being unfaithful. Her lover later avenges her by killing her master, but he himself must then pay for his sins and is doomed to live as a vampire.
Just as
Lord Byron himself, his writing is a contradiction. The Giaour shows the same
event from a Muslim and Christian point of view. Lord Byron is both good and
wicked. And I both despise him and adore him.
I think
I´ll go visit with him soon.
If I ever
tell you I have fallen under his spell, please smack me.
Yours truly,
Lady Caroline Lamb
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