All Purls. No Swine.
You're not one of my favorite poets. Too fraught, too crazy, too "Mad, Bad and Dangerous to Know." as one of your lovers described you and as I've written about elsewhere. I've never really gone for that sort of thing myself. More interested in the thought that "I can be myself with you," than that… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Lord Byron!
“The Analytical Engine has no pretensions whatever to originate anything. It can do whatever we know how to order it to perform.”–Augusta Ada King, Countess of Lovelace Augusta Ada Byron (she was the poet’s only legitimate child) was born a little over two-hundred-six years ago, on December 10, 1815. She was a few weeks shy… Continue reading The Analytical Engine: “Dad” Edition
“But judge of my surprise, on arriving, to see poor dear Mrs. Hornem with her arms half round the loins of a huge hussar-looking gentleman I never set eyes on before, and his, to say truth, rather more than half round her waist, turning round, and round, and round, to a d—d see-saw up and… Continue reading Waltz