06-01-2017, 07:34 PM
Let me ameliorate your experience then by enlightening the nature of young Chattertons' demise, for romance and drama are kindred subjects.
One day Chatterton was absorbed in thought while walking alongside St. Pancras Churchyard. Taking no notice of an open grave, newly dug in his path, he tumbled into it. His walking companion helped Chatterton out and told him in a facetious manner, that he was happy in assisting at the resurrection of genius. Chatterton's apparent reply was: "My dear friend, I have been at war with the grave for some time now." Chatterton commited suicide three days later. He retired for the last time to his attic carrying with him the arsenic which he drank, after tearing into fragments the literary remains at hand. He was only 17 years old.
I hope we both act as purveyors of strange and glorious facts to one another in the future. It would be my pleasure to be your freak dilettante of arcane matters Miss Malone.
One day Chatterton was absorbed in thought while walking alongside St. Pancras Churchyard. Taking no notice of an open grave, newly dug in his path, he tumbled into it. His walking companion helped Chatterton out and told him in a facetious manner, that he was happy in assisting at the resurrection of genius. Chatterton's apparent reply was: "My dear friend, I have been at war with the grave for some time now." Chatterton commited suicide three days later. He retired for the last time to his attic carrying with him the arsenic which he drank, after tearing into fragments the literary remains at hand. He was only 17 years old.
I hope we both act as purveyors of strange and glorious facts to one another in the future. It would be my pleasure to be your freak dilettante of arcane matters Miss Malone.
