To be at peace with myself and my finite choices. Usually I feel like I have to rush through everything at once, but suddenly I find myself willing to settle down, to take my time. I feel safe in a way, that I am pursuing my own interests in this little half forgotten corner of history, that isn’t as popular as the Tudors or the Victorians. The competition to read this that and the rest, all immediately, seems to have stopped. Not that the time period is dull, with civil war, bawdy Restoration theatre, the plague and the Great Fire in London, that is hardly a worry! Perhaps it’s more that the internet chatter seems to cease in my mind when I enter these books. In some ways, in choosing to step back into 17th century England, I feel I’m entering a quieter calmer place.
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