Our Heroine Asks, "Where are the Jusserands of Yesteryear?"

This excerpt from Auchincloss’ biography of Teddy Roosevelt made our heroine laugh heartily in appreciation of the tongue-in-cheek chivalry of a bygone age. (H/T: Izzy)

TR needed a good deal of physical exercise, particularly to control a waistline responding to his hearty meals. He played tennis with aides, but he preferred riding and long hikes. On one of the latter, accompanied by some more or less willing diplomats, he encountered a stream that could be forded only by the removal of all clothing. J. J. Jusserand, the French ambassador and TR’s good friend, emulated his host except for a pair of pink gloves. Asked why he retained these, he replied: “In case we should run into ladies.”

Our Heroine Ain't Nothing But A Cabbage

...but with some education, I intend to become a cauliflower!

Today I registered for Summer Semester at Brooklyn College. I will be taking English 761, graduate-level Shakespeare. I like that the class is just called "Shakespeare." I find the totality of the title very satisfying. See, although I have read and watched a bunch o' the Bard, I have never officially studied him, and I'm pleased as punch that I'll be gittin' the full meal deal and not some fancy-pants subset of Shakespeare involving a colon (Shakespeare's Father Issues: Methodology, Theory and Ethics in His Exploration of the Paternal).

Classes start June 4. I wish I could take more, but there are painfully few English classes offered during the summer that fulfill my degree requirements. One good thing though: it's a night class, so I can work full-time.

Training is everything. The peach was once a bitter almond; cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.

Our Heroine Denounces the Expulsion of the Jesuits from France

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Our Heroine Switches to Iced Coffee

It's 70 degrees outside y'all!

For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Algernon Charles Swinburne (1865)

Our Heroine Stops the Presses

As much as I fret about how tough it can be for a girlie-girl in Brooklyn, living in/near the big city has its advantages, one of which I discovered yesterday when I got wind of The Storm Theater's, KAROL WOJTYLA THEATRE FESTIVAL.

Karol Wojtyla, better known to the world as Pope John Paul II, devoted a good deal of his early manhood pursing a career in the theatre. While his chief interest was acting, he also began to write plays. They grew out of his experiences with Mieczyslaw Kotlarczk and the Rhapsodic Theatre. The group began performing clandestinely during the Nazi occupation of Poland as a way of preserving their national literature. They strove to create a uniquely Polish theatre, a "theatre of imagination, a theatre of the inner self." This striving is very much at the core of Wojtyla's plays.

These plays open a window into pivotal moments in the history of the 20th Century and explore conflicts, ideas, religious insights, and nationalistic yearnings that shaped the unique vision of a man who transformed our world forever.

The festival includes the following three plays: God's Brother, The Jeweler's Shop and Jeremiah and tickets are only $20. City-living definitely has its perks! I saw this same troupe stage an adaptation of C.S. Lewis' The Great Divorce earlier this year that I thought was very good (they even had our heroine and her friends on stage for a short period of time!).

I'm so excited about this festival I need to go have a waffle.