Wednesday, December 13, 2006
[BLOG] Pepys as of this day in the Year of Our Lord Sixteen Hundred And Sixty Three
A link on Sour Grapes and then my search (undereducated 'r' me) for a translation for "AVT DOCE, AVT DISCE, AVT DISCEDE" took me back to a place I've been before: the Diary of Samuel Pepys, a very entertaining blog which Grapes hisself (iirc) told me about many many many moons ago.
Pepys' diary is a blog which follows Pepys' diary day-by-day with clicks to the appropriate "whatever is he talking about?" explanations.
Mrs. Pepys, btw, seems not to be an easy keeper.
Today's entry (Sunday 13 December 1663) includes the following (run-on-sentences-r-Pepys) bit.
To church, where after sermon home, and to my office, before dinner, reading my vowes, and so home to dinner, where Tom came to me and he and I dined together, my wife not rising all day, and after dinner I made even accounts with him, and spent all the afternoon in my chamber talking of many things with him, and about Wheately’s daughter for a wife for him, and then about the Joyces and their father Fenner, how they are sometimes all honey one with another and then all turd, and a strange rude life there is among them.
Love that "sometimes all honey one with another and then all turd, and a strange rude life there is among them."
Dysfunctional families 'r' us.
posted by Sal Towse at 7:42 PM|
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Pepys' diary is a blog which follows Pepys' diary day-by-day with clicks to the appropriate "whatever is he talking about?" explanations.
Mrs. Pepys, btw, seems not to be an easy keeper.
Today's entry (Sunday 13 December 1663) includes the following (run-on-sentences-r-Pepys) bit.
To church, where after sermon home, and to my office, before dinner, reading my vowes, and so home to dinner, where Tom came to me and he and I dined together, my wife not rising all day, and after dinner I made even accounts with him, and spent all the afternoon in my chamber talking of many things with him, and about Wheately’s daughter for a wife for him, and then about the Joyces and their father Fenner, how they are sometimes all honey one with another and then all turd, and a strange rude life there is among them.
Love that "sometimes all honey one with another and then all turd, and a strange rude life there is among them."
Dysfunctional families 'r' us.
posted by Sal Towse at 7:42 PM|
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: views from the Hill
Bertold Brecht:
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
