I imagine them all being on opium. All the time. Shelley did for sure, so Mary probably did, and Byron certainly had a taste for claret, though of what else, one never knows. I used to know these things. I have forgotten now. ...WAS IT PEYOTE. No, that was just that great dream I had.
There was a letter Shelley wrote to Byron (though it may have been v.v.?) about his latest work, telling Byron to 'do his worst to it,' as Byron had done his worst to Shelley. NNNNNGH. HOT. And then, completely unrelatedly, there was a letter Byron wrote, asking Shelley if they could not contrive of a way to be together one summer, and Byron specifically requested Shelley come alone (all while offering his fondest regards to "Mrs S," of course). And then of course there were the boating trips, just the two of them, where Byron inspired Shelley to write some of his greatest work ('Hymn to Intellectual Beauty' for one. PROBABLY as Byron lounged, languid from the Mediterranean heat, upon a couch, and allowed Shelley to feed him grapes). Do we need more proof than this, I ask you??
I don't KNOW why people stopped wearing those shirts, but clearly Percy would appear to Byron one night, when Byron was feeling desolate, ethereal in a white dressing gown and promising him beauty, and joy and jsdkfjdsklfjkldsa. This ALWAYS HAPPENS TO ME when I am reading wistful letters and beautiful poetry and how Byron was a man ho.
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...WAS IT PEYOTE. No, that was just that great dream I had.
There was a letter Shelley wrote to Byron (though it may have been v.v.?) about his latest work, telling Byron to 'do his worst to it,' as Byron had done his worst to Shelley. NNNNNGH. HOT. And then, completely unrelatedly, there was a letter Byron wrote, asking Shelley if they could not contrive of a way to be together one summer, and Byron specifically requested Shelley come alone (all while offering his fondest regards to "Mrs S," of course). And then of course there were the boating trips, just the two of them, where Byron inspired Shelley to write some of his greatest work ('Hymn to Intellectual Beauty' for one. PROBABLY as Byron lounged, languid from the Mediterranean heat, upon a couch, and allowed Shelley to feed him grapes). Do we need more proof than this, I ask you??
I don't KNOW why people stopped wearing those shirts, but clearly Percy would appear to Byron one night, when Byron was feeling desolate, ethereal in a white dressing gown and promising him beauty, and joy and jsdkfjdsklfjkldsa. This ALWAYS HAPPENS TO ME when I am reading wistful letters and beautiful poetry and how Byron was a man ho.