"Manfred" is great. Especially when you've been on the merlot for a while. Shelley was, of course, a staunch believer in free love--but more importantly, Byron would sleep with anything that moved, and since Byron/Shelley/Mary Shelley basically definitely happened, well. What are boys to do while she is locked away writing some novel of hers, what is it, a monster made of dead people parts? I certainly have never read it. Hah!
At the moment Byron is railing at Shelley for wanting to invite Keats to his villa for the summer, all, "I know how you'll be. 'Oh, poor John, he has a complaint of the lungs! I must rub liniment on his chest while the rest of you leave us quite alone.'"
But Byron, of course, always gets the last word. Unless Percy gags him? Which could work. HM.
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Date: 2011-10-19 08:21 pm (UTC)At the moment Byron is railing at Shelley for wanting to invite Keats to his villa for the summer, all, "I know how you'll be. 'Oh, poor John, he has a complaint of the lungs! I must rub liniment on his chest while the rest of you leave us quite alone.'"
But Byron, of course, always gets the last word. Unless Percy gags him? Which could work. HM.