Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60s. Or maybe I was just a girl… interrupted.
My father loved Mr Wickham as a son. In consequence, he left him a generous living. But upon my father's death, Mr Wickham announced he had no intention of taking orders. He demanded the value of the living, which he'd gambled away within weeks. He then wrote, demanding more money, which I refused. After which, he severed all acquaintance. He came back to see us last summer, and declared passionate love for my sister, whom he tried to persuade to elope with him. She is to inherit £50,000. When it was made clear he would never receive a penny of it, he disappeared. I will not attempt to convey the depth of Georgiana's despair. She was 15 years old. As to the other matter, of your sister and Mr Bingley, though the motives which governed me may appear insufficient, they were in the service of a friend.
Shakespeare’s 450th birthday party: Ask us Anything!
Adam Hooks, assistant professor of English at here at the University of Iowa, and Colleen Theisen, Special Collections Outreach and Instruction Librarian will be online live from 1pm-3pm [Central time] on Monday April 21st, during the week of Shakespeare’s 450th birthday.
Now is your chance to ask Professor Hooks your burning questions about Shakespeare or being a Shakespeare scholar! Also on hand will be historic, unusual, beautiful, and forged editions of Shakespeare’s works from Special Collections!
Type your questions now or live on Monday!
»2 4get her« by anatol knotek
handmade book, 50 typewriter-poems, limited edition: 250 books, each hand-numbered and signed by the artist, DIN A6 (4.1 x 5.8 inches), paperback;
price: 9 EUR (~ 11.9 USD) + shipping fee.
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This company makes a whole line of colors with equally snappy names. Red Menace, Yellow Fever, Green Revolution. That’d be a job, coming up with those names… Someone’s got that job… Agent Orange! I came up with that one.
What will NY152 say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You’ve got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.