sheep wolfs cabbage

There's something familiar in this Wolf, Sheep & Cabbage game. I think it's that the Wolf looks like a certain Blue Heeler who has a weakness for sheep and sheep-like shapes. In fact, the man's task seems as simple as the daily ask of walking Flo without letting her nip any off-the-leash Cabbages. It still took me about six turns to work out how to do it. (via fishbucket)

scotsman archive

You can search The Scotsman Digital Archive for free, but have to pay if you want to read beyond the old bold exclamatory headline.
(via bifurcated rivets)

You can also read the first edition of 25th January 1817 on line. I generally head to the Miscellaneous section of this genre, and was not disappointed to find items such as these entitled Singular Occurrence - Extraordinary Attachment - An Impudent Robber- and Parisian Modes ("Some riding coats of blue-cloth have three rows in front of small yellow buttons")

from Singular Occurrence

He then went into a long account of a quarrel which took place between Friday and his wife, on Wednesday…
The jury again met accordingly on the 10th instant, when the constables reported they had not been able to find Friday, but that they had found his wife alive and hearty...

(nb. You can access the comments through the permalink entry)

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Comments: scotsman archive

If you dont have the curse of Ubersportingpundit, you can comment through the comment link too. :)

I dont know what is going on. Try it again.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at December 5, 2004 07:52 PM

Still Forbidden by the Server at the Comments Box.

Maybe there was too great a delivery of Spam for the doorstaff to handle?
Posted by boynton at December 5, 2004 08:04 PM

No, if that was the case I wouldnt be able to access it. Try flushing your cache?
Posted by Scott Wickstein at December 5, 2004 08:33 PM

Flushing your cache?

Don't do it yourself. Always call THE MAN in.
Posted by Tony.T at December 6, 2004 02:59 PM

As in the Scot's Man? Or is Scott the MAN?

It does all sound rather technical.
Although as a directive, 'flushing your cache' also sounds rather slurred. ;)
Posted by boynton at December 6, 2004 04:09 PM

Here's my pitiful technical search technique:

when those naughty flirts of newspapers show you the first para and demand money for the rest.. pick a distinctive collection of words - which may make no sense at all - and google them.

Hey presto - someone else may have purloined it already, or at least put up a link. Armed with that, most rags will let you have that article, but usually not move sideways into the stacks. (Tho its worth a try cos some will...)

Another part of this, btw, is for bloggers to lift whole articles and not just links. Put them under the fold. I allus think it feels presumptuous, but you are doing other researchers a favour.

And/or use furl. Google to find out what that is. Just make sure you keep your pickings public. Mind you, furl may not be stable either.
Posted by David Tiley at December 6, 2004 04:42 PM

Thanks David, some good tips there. If looking for something specific I often google it. Often works with the Age.
In regards to the Scotsman, I didn't include this info "Search every edition of The Scotsman between 1817 and 1900 in our unique online archive." It's more of an historical resource than your standard members-only deal? Wish it was available free - very tantalising to read some of those old headlines and not get to the story. Certainly hope that bloggers attached to institutions could post such artcles in full - if it's not in breach of some copyright?

Furl looks good too. The Public archive (most viewed) is a bit like deli.ci.ous?
Found this
http://blog.contentious.com/archives/2004/06/22/10-cool-things-to-do-with-furl
Posted by boynton at December 6, 2004 05:07 PM

Aha! I just made a small discovery, Scott.

The pop-ups work as normal in Firefox.

Do not work in IE...
Posted by boynton at December 7, 2004 01:06 AM

strange days

Strange days on the web with notices that talk about forbidden access and failed to open stream and whispers of packet loss which still sounds like the loss of a maritime vessel in a distant world to me.

So the St Kilda mail boat may well have been the first thing I searched for...

You don't have permission


I think you may get permission to comment if you jump the fence and get into the permalinks.

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May I?
Posted by boynton at December 4, 2004 01:50 PM

Be my guest!
Posted by Scott Wickstein at December 4, 2004 04:43 PM

The Forbidden Pundit?

What's going down, Wicky? Robbie The Robot short out the kilobops.
Posted by Tony.T at December 4, 2004 05:43 PM

We have ignition.
Posted by Tony.T at December 5, 2004 12:28 AM

Yer right, you just can't comment here anymore.

However this pyscho door policy is not limited to yer blog. More than a few others seem to have gridlock at the moment.

http://www.internettrafficreport.com/australia.htm
Posted by Nabakov at December 5, 2004 03:49 AM

I'm still getting the message Forbidden to access this server when I try to comment - or read via pop-ups, on all the Ubersportingpundit blogs.
Perhaps I've been identified as spam and have been Uber banned?
The permalinked entry is the only way I can access.

But Nabakov suggests this is more widespread?
Very intersting data, and would be tempted to include a link to that site, if there was an even smaller footprint graphic available.
(But still think old maritime when I read "Packet Loss")
Posted by boynton at December 5, 2004 11:32 AM

That's when a packet hits an Ice-Blog.
Posted by Tony.T at December 5, 2004 04:42 PM

Or a nice blog? What percentage of the blog is submerged?
Posted by boynton at December 5, 2004 05:32 PM

Not sure, but probably a bit.
Posted by Tony.T at December 5, 2004 07:03 PM

Is drowning in cluelessness. Thats what happens when you hit a cyber ice-burg.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at December 5, 2004 07:53 PM

Half man, half ice-berg. A cy-burg, that is.
Posted by Tony.T at December 5, 2004 08:11 PM

ladybirds

A bloggerly conversation prompted a check of my basic Ladybird facts, but alas, many of the sites feature crawling gifs that are a little too animated today.
This site has a curious gallery of icons that in an un-clickable state read like poetry.

And some good articles: The original Jane - from Ladybird's Peter & Jane books

The Adventures of Wonk is one of the most sought-after series of books by Ladybird collectors.

Craig's Ladybird Book site is well done. My favourite series is 563 Learning to Read but perhaps The Party was so dazzling to me as a child it may have set the party bar impossibly high.

hip christmas

And also from the site of Corgis at Basic Hip, the first in a series of nine Christmas albums.
(via the ultimate insult)

corgis

Corgi toys (via the presurfer)

At Sputnik Toys You will find TV & Movie Die cast cars, Hot Rods, Choppers, Airplanes, Military Vehicles, and Spaceships!

beetle sounds

I think I could get as nostalgic over this Beetles record as any by the fab four (on the floor). A CD of the defining characteristic of the Volkswagen Beetle: The Sound

Pull up to a stop light on Melrose Avenue, roll down your window and hit track 2 and share the revs of your vintage Beetle with the car stopped next to you.

(via J walk)


see also Beetle- dung-beetles in Sergey Makovetskiy's mono-play
(From the Russian translated by world lingo)

from Beetles in Art and Literature at Beetles (Coleoptera and Coleopterists) Welcome to the world of beetles and specialists studying them! (via Ramage)

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dak dak tanks boynton.
Posted by Link at December 2, 2004 08:37 PM

Beet ya too it.
Posted by Nabakov at December 3, 2004 02:16 AM

think I'm a few revs short of a vintage v-dub today
Posted by boynton at December 3, 2004 12:04 PM

book collections

Nick Piombino lists (here and here) some of his collection:

Books and Company
was the name of a bookshop, gone long ago, housed
by the Whitney Museum, and then heartlessly
thrown aside. Its passing was mourned by innumerable
writers; it has never been replaced, not by a long
shot.

I always liked the name of that store, because, in a
way, books *are* company, and the combination
is unbeatable. By that I mean, hanging out with
friends and family who you exchange books and
talk about them with


Meanwhile Kent visits a bookshop in Adelaide


20 Strange and wonderful books
a short list of books that took me by surprise and then changed me, odd little books you may never have heard of. After several decades there are only a handful that stick out in this way. Some are truly wonderful and cry out to be shared. Others, frankly, aren't as good - but are genuinely strange
(via things)


My Strange Pets And Other Memories of Country Life is one of the sample collection of Victorian and Edwardian articles, stories and illustrations at Forgotten Futures

One of my sons and I were standing at the front door feeding nine fan-tailed pigeons. At the same moment every one of the birds dropped down on the gravel as if they were in the agonies of death,- throwing themselves from side to side, and at the same time raising each wing alternately in the air. I remarked, "How strange that is. I never saw a bird go on like that except 'Polly' when I give her a bath with the watering-can." The pigeons kept going through the same performance for at least three or four minutes, when all in a moment a heavy shower came down with a sudden plump. The birds were aware of its coming, though my son and I did not anticipate it  Pigeons and Rain

via apothecary's drawer

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I’m reading Tom Holland’s ‘Rubicon’, a rattling account of how Julius Caesar hijacked the Roman Republic and came across this wonderful line, that I just have to share with the world, illustrating just how tight two powerbrokers of the time were with eachother.

‘”A year later, however, when Caelius found himself particularly short of panthers, Curio thought nothing of slipping him twenty of his own.”

We’ve all been there, but not with such panache.

I can just read the message delivered to Curio: “Wow! that was some party you threw in Naples last month. I still can’t get the stains out of my best toga. Listen mate, I’m in a bit of a bind at the moment and I was wondering…”

Now that’s living the Vida Loca.

Oh, and if yer want weird elegant sexy bizarre fantasy books, check out James Branch Cabell's "Jurgen".
Posted by Nabakov at December 1, 2004 08:57 PM

better yet, if a man in a toga calls for 20 panthers
say: sorry mate, I don't have any anthers

(apologies to ogden)

I'll look out for Jurgen.
Posted by boynton at December 2, 2004 11:33 AM

final touches

I watched Compass on the Australian Chamber Orchestra's The Seven Last Words of Christ and found it very moving. Michael Leunig reading his contribution had me weeping with memories of vigil and loss.

"For love was made in spite of all, Piece by lonely piece, fragments frail and small; Dearly held when life was cold and dark; Now love’s the light that holds it all. It is there – it is true; The final touches now will see it gently through; Two more little touches of your hand – Love for me and love for you."

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Closed my eyes and thought, "well there ya go, Jack Thompson has been possessed by the long lost voice of Orson Wells."
Posted by Sedgwick at December 1, 2004 02:27 PM

Yep. The 'duet' of author and actor was good.
I thought Michael Leunig's gentle voice worked well with such a tender piece of writing - but it was good to hear this after the actor's orson-sonorous tones. The repetition no doubt helped to strengthen the emotional effect.
Posted by boynton at December 1, 2004 02:46 PM

thanks tails

Thanks Tails are tails for cars. An organ which express appreciation

After seeing the video I agree with Collision Detection that this robotic proboscis is not entriely convincing as a dog tail. This is despite the presence of a black lab in the video. And anyway - as a sign there are problems with a wagging tail, given the ambiguity.

That wonderful tail can say; "I am interested in that, I am challenging that, I will dominate that, I feel very confident right now, I am relaxing now, I am scared right now and feel threatened, I am confused right now and don't know what you want me to do, or, I will protect you now and I will be aggressive...source

I remember Doug wagging his saying I will dominate that as he encountered another male dog in the park -a preliminary to dog rage. Perhaps the car could have a set of hackles to switch into unequivocal aggro mode.

And Bronte is a dog that has the submissive tail wag that in traffic wouldn't be saying 'thanks' as much as 'help'.
I want to enter this pack so please don't hurt me. I am willing to be submissive to the Alpha tanks.

I enjoyed sequencing with this Sequencer (via Sarcasmo) where the sounds have a Tati-esque quality (eg #13)

So I went looking for some Tati and found some here

at El Poder de la Palabra which is quite amazing:
The Power of the Word ... fragments of 2146 literary texts, as well as the biography and images of its authors....with works of art, images of architecture and classic and cinematographic music

The cinema composers and top classic music samples will keep me going for a while.

I used Google translator to read some of the literary texts by countries including Australia - and our famous expat novelist - Peter Sea Turtle

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bing's intensity

We feel we've captured Bing's intensity and inspirational spirit in our tribute to this American Icon.


via monty python dolls via life in the present

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Comments: bing's intensity

Think the sculptor must be related to some of those court artists. I gazed upon the model and thunk, "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas ... starring Fred Astaire."
Posted by Sedgwick at November 29, 2004 01:12 PM

... but my optics deceive me! I do believe it's Stan Laurel.
Posted by Sedgwick at November 29, 2004 01:17 PM

"Yes officer, I'm sure. It's definitely suspect 3. Gene Kelly. The one that married that princess from the Monaco Bar."
Posted by Sedgwick at November 29, 2004 01:23 PM

"Loved and remembered (enough to render?) by millions"

btw I have oft noted the decline of the art of Court Sketching, with the odd exception. Perhaps this is a conservative viewpoint, but is there a trend away from photo-fit Realism to pastelly Expressionism?
Posted by boynton at November 29, 2004 01:35 PM

Everyone wants to be the next Jackson Pollock.

The oddest thing to see is the courtroom sketch that appears on the teev news - pixelated! Disheartening for the talented courtroom artist* that their magnum opus should be seen so accurate as to require pixieskasing.

My hope is that if one day my Cayman Island Offshore Online Interactive Thimble and Pea Two-Up Facility turns turtle, I will be in a line-up with one of those all thumbs, finger painting court artists charged with the task of pointing the finger.

'Tis a strange and seemingly anachronistic trade.

*Oxymaroon (or possibly Prussian blue) alert.
Posted by Sedgwick at November 29, 2004 02:38 PM

http://www.nga.gov.au/International/Catalogue/Detail.cfm?IRN=45694&ViewID=2&GalID=ALL
Is this a fair likeness of the GG?

(would run it through the pixelate filter - but I guess you get the picture)
Posted by boynton at November 29, 2004 07:37 PM

Yes, when it comes to "intensity" I always think of the Bing - that white hot avater of burnin' soul.

And what's with this "Synchro-Motion technology" bit. I thought it already came with the original.
Posted by Nabakov at November 29, 2004 09:19 PM

saturday pic

It does seem particularly quiet out there today. Empty park apart from drafted junior cricketers, empty streets with residents underslept in the overnight heat.
And elsewhere in the blogosphere, turkeys and snow.
So it does seem timely to just post a pic from the NLA Collection and let it sit out the silence.


update 9:30 pm... Knew I should have run wth the roos

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"Commodore Buddy was already impressed with Betty's batting average, but when she reached up and produced a glass eye, Buddy's admiration turned to awe."
Posted by Sedgwick at November 27, 2004 09:31 PM

P.S. The comment would have appeared much earlier, but for constant messages about mysql appearing instead of mycomment.
Posted by Sedgwick at November 27, 2004 09:35 PM

Yes, the mysql server totally melted down. My hair has gone a paler shade of grey.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at November 27, 2004 11:29 PM

A leg glance down to deep mid-dinghy for four, and suddenly this match was alive.

(I was going to put in the second pic earlier - thought it might add a 'consequence' ;)
Posted by boynton at November 27, 2004 11:30 PM

In the process, Sedge's 3rd comment on the running of the roos has walked...
(There was nothing editorial going on there Sedge!)
btw- "a slow saturday"- was this a classic Mozz?
Posted by boynton at November 27, 2004 11:32 PM

Tim Lane would be proud, Miss B.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at November 28, 2004 12:08 AM

Calls for the third comment.

"Yes Ritchie, it's out. Don't think he made it through for the 3rd, so Sedgwick's on his way back to the pavilion for just 2."

"Yes Tim, it's a pity he didn't walk."

"Yes Ritchie, instead he chose to run with the warts and all story of Cromwell's adventures in Papiloma where old Ollie learnt you can’t run with the hares and hunt with the hounds at the same time unless you're wearing a Lord's Protector. I really don't think it was ever on."

"Well observed Tim, now back to the game. Gillespie makes his way to the pitch, which neatly get's us back to jack tar Buddy and the amazing uni-ocular Betty on the deck of ..."

"Goodness Ritchie, it appears that one of the spectators has collapsed in the stands."

"Well spotted Tim, but I don't think it's anything too serious. In fact I believe I know the chap concerned, and sadly I've seen it all before. It's that Tony Taylor. Happens to him all the time. He gets out there in Bay 13. Hot afternoon. Has one pun too many and, well, the result's there for everyone to see. I really have to say that I don't think it's good for the game."
Posted by Sedgwick at November 28, 2004 07:04 AM

"Punstroke.

That man should be capped.

You'd have to say, though, that otherwise the crowd has been remarkably well-behaved given the slow conditions. I thought we might have seen the odd outbreak of innuendo, but luckily there has been no maidens in slips with fine legs and the like, no googlies as far as I know and no no balls.

I don't know what the story is with Deniliquin though"
Posted by boynton at November 28, 2004 10:17 AM

Suspect it's the mid off season for silly points.

"Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the Denili quin."
Posted by Sedgwick at November 28, 2004 11:26 AM

Except maybe the MOama Quaddie.

Wonder how Buddy would bet.
Posted by boynton at November 28, 2004 12:14 PM

Buddy would have had a go at the multiplicity of multiple bets available at the TAB.*

*The prodigal Australian son of the National Bank of Nigeria, formerly known as "The Lucky Shop" (©Cash Converters).

The Duet, Quinella (Sub-species: single, box and roving banker.), Exacta (Sub-species: single, box, standout and roving banker., Trifecta (Sub-species: ditto.) Mystery 6, Running Double, Daily Double, Quaddie and Parlay.

Fair chance Buddy would have cleaned up big time ... providing his Bet had her eye in.
Posted by Sedgwick at November 28, 2004 01:59 PM

I always liked the sound of Exacta, although it makes a flutter very serious all of a sudden.

To gamble absoloutely sounds like gamboling
with intent.

And where did they end up gamboling?

Posted by boynton at November 28, 2004 08:31 PM

What IS it about Deniliquin and roos? I went there. Once. Easter 1975. Stayed on a farm with my family. Our host, the farmer arrived at dusk. "Ready to chase some roos?" he yelled. We all piled into his station wagon and took off across the scrub. Within hours we saw our first roo. Then many more. The 'sport' was literally to drive along side them. His party trick was to pat them, as they bounced while keeping one hand on the wheel. It was...memorable...and nothing much had changed in those intervening years since the photo but I don't remember the grass being as long...
Posted by Nora at November 29, 2004 06:52 PM

beerbohm

Coventry Patmore preaches very vehemently to the Rossettis that a tea-pot is not worshipful for its form and colour but as a sublime symbol of domesticity

From an on-line version of Rossetti and His Circle by Max Beerbohm

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I dont think Mrs Rossetti is very impressed, by the look of her. And rightly so. If a man's home is his castle, a woman's teapot is her...?

Does she give Mr Patmore a poke in the eye? He looks a right bastard. I would.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at November 28, 2004 01:51 PM

Hmmm... Caravan? ;)

http://www.teapottery.co.uk/Mid-Size_Teapots_4/Caravan_42.htm

(a recycled link)

No, I don't think she buys it. Spouting again?

But from what I read in a book (bought on Friday)
it seems the domestici-tea was rather strained.


Posted by boynton at November 28, 2004 08:23 PM

Whenever I play 'what teapot is that' I'll be sure to drop you a line.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at November 28, 2004 11:46 PM

allotments

worm eating vegetables while man sleeps in the sun

...we shall feel like taking a snooze in the deck chair or lying down under a tree, instead of getting on with those gardening jobs that must be done


The temperature is climbing into the thirties and it's buy nothing day.
If I was to nick down to the op-shop I might look for and then, if I was lucky, not buy some old ephemera like these marvellous Allotment & Garden Guides
A series leaflets published by the U.K. Ministry of Agriculture in 1945 on view at earthly pursuits

I've had a wonderful wander through the Jerusalem Artichokes, Potatoes, and assorted lines like these:

The teeth of an iron rake should be riveted firmly or they will soon fall out.

Blight spores don't work down the stems to the tubers, as some people think

The Ministry does not rule out flowers altogether

But this site was merely one of the bumper crop of links up at Ramage's Cabbage special. I could pinch them all.

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Hey, you pinch my cabbages and I'll get Mr McGregor after you:

"MR. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages,but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, "Stop thief!""

(Just kidding)
Posted by dave at November 27, 2004 07:09 AM

"He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes"

I think Peter could lose a shoe or two among the cabbages of Mr. Anderson.
Posted by boynton at November 27, 2004 09:55 AM

trivia blog

and a Trivia blog Three Bits o Trivia (21 Facts Per Week) (via grow a brain)

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Swine.

Just thought I'd say that. It's a funny word, you know.
Posted by Tony.T at November 26, 2004 01:41 PM

sow is hog ;)
Posted by boynton at November 26, 2004 01:45 PM

Oink that the truth.
Posted by Tony.T at November 26, 2004 02:29 PM

I cannot tell a porker...


"As Homer Simpson could tell you, pork rinds are just deep-fried chunks of pig skin"

http://lexicon.typepad.com/triviums/2004/11/unbeaten_streak.html
Posted by boynton at November 26, 2004 05:32 PM

Yes, but, I already chew that.
Posted by Tony.T at November 26, 2004 07:33 PM

Well I Never chew that.
I prefer Gilt-free cuisine.

(Warning: Pun Reserves are dangerously nearing the Ham and Boar stage)
Posted by boynton at November 26, 2004 08:13 PM

Typical. Those Pun Reserves always sty too long.
Posted by Tony.T at November 27, 2004 06:38 PM

mona

John Milton used 8,000 different words in his poem, "Paradise Lost."

That's the long and the short of Trivia for you. One of the many facts that might be useful in esoteric conversations at Corsinet Trivia Collections (via J walk)

So now I know The Mona Lisa, by daVinci, is 2'6" by 1'9".


But did you know Mona sings! (via grow a brain)

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Yes, but there's three words that that young Johnny Milton, (a sexy monomanical charismatic preacher who's picture, painted at the time and now hanging in the UK National Portrait Gallery, makes him look just like the lead singer in a great brit band - Jarvis Cocker meets Ian Curtis meets Morrissey- but better looking than all of them, albeit in a dark foxy way) didn't use... "to be continued".
Posted by Nabakov at November 25, 2004 08:10 PM

Quite. And not forgetting:
"If Lost Please Return"

and possibly
"Late return will incur a fine"
Posted by boynton at November 25, 2004 11:54 PM

swimsuits

The National Geographic Swimsuit Collection - the splashiest collection of swimsuit photograpghs ever published
A sample gallery (via Plep)

And by the way - this is a highlight of the NLA Swimsuit Collection

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Comments: swimsuits

Oh, the temptation, the temptation!

Manfully yeilding not to.

But, do note that such woollen swimming costumes (if they are such, and I think they are - riding and swimming on the sheep's back) would be decidedly hazardous for the weak swimmer in that they at least doubled their weight when immersed.
Posted by Sedgwick at November 25, 2004 02:30 PM

Swimming with weights?
An early form of Xtrem Swimming?

Wonder which bather is Leopold?
Posted by boynton at November 25, 2004 03:27 P

brontes

Note scribbled in back of Anne's Prayer Book

Her wounded feelings are clearly evident in a note which she scribbled in the back of her Prayer Book: in the minutest 'Brontë script' she declares: 'Sick of mankind and their disgusting ways'. The writing is so tiny it is difficult to read without the aid of a magnifying-glass

Anne Brontë - The Scarborough Connection (via Plep)

 

January 8, 1845
Monsieur, the poor have not need of much to sustain them -- they ask only for the crumbs that fall from the rich man's table. But if they are refused the crumbs they die of hunger. Nor do I, either, need much affection from those I love. I should not know what to do with a friendship entire and complete - I am not used to it. But you showed me of yore a little interest, when I was your pupil in Brussels, and I hold on to the maintenance of that little interest -- I hold on to it as I would hold on to life.

This letter was written by Charlotte Bronte, English writer, to Professor Constantin Heger. There is no evidence that this love was ever returned by him

Romantic LoveLetters (via Exclamation Mark)

 

Emily and Keeper's relationship began as a fierce power struggle, but it became one of mutual respect. One reason for the transformation appears to be Keeper's consistent devotion and loyalty. With Keeper, she could feel safe and protected. This suggests how the dog's behavior and temperament influence the nature of each human-dog bond. In turn, Keeper was changed by his experiences with her. Early accounts describe Keeper as a dangerous dog, liable to attack anyone who tried to discipline him. After years with Emily, however, Keeper became a different dog, a quiet presence in the Brontë home. When Emily died after a short illness, observers were impressed by Keeper's grief-stricken behavior during the funeral services

Emily Brontë and Dogs: Transformation Within the Human-Dog Bond