Dr Francesca Santoro
@phyllida.bsky.social
Greek & Roman history, politics, art history, literature. Music: Mahler, DSCH, opera, chamber music. Have lived in Rome & Amsterdam. Love languages, theatre, museums in general, Shakespeare, London, the House of Commons, Rowson cartoons, in particular.😊
Me 2day, opening laptop: "Voiceover? hmmm; wonder what it does?" Phone rings. I had long Chat w/ daughter. I hang up & look at screen. V.O.'s taken dictation from both of us.🤦♀️ Built-in Spyware? @lightacandle.bsky.social @tonylarch.bsky.social @marshacoupe.bsky.social @tjmiddleton.bsky.social
November 25, 2025 at 9:39 AM
Me 2day, opening laptop: "Voiceover? hmmm; wonder what it does?" Phone rings. I had long Chat w/ daughter. I hang up & look at screen. V.O.'s taken dictation from both of us.🤦♀️ Built-in Spyware? @lightacandle.bsky.social @tonylarch.bsky.social @marshacoupe.bsky.social @tjmiddleton.bsky.social
Jul: How oddly thou repliest! "Your love says like an honest gentleman 'Where Is your mother?'"
Nurse: O God's lady dear, are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow. Is this the poultice for my aching bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself. R&J II #ShakespeareSunday #Hot #Synechdoche
Nurse: O God's lady dear, are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow. Is this the poultice for my aching bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself. R&J II #ShakespeareSunday #Hot #Synechdoche
November 23, 2025 at 9:19 AM
Jul: How oddly thou repliest! "Your love says like an honest gentleman 'Where Is your mother?'"
Nurse: O God's lady dear, are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow. Is this the poultice for my aching bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself. R&J II #ShakespeareSunday #Hot #Synechdoche
Nurse: O God's lady dear, are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow. Is this the poultice for my aching bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself. R&J II #ShakespeareSunday #Hot #Synechdoche
#ShakespeareSunday Grumio: Fie on all tired jades & all mad masters...I am sent before to make a fire, & they are coming after to warm them. Now were not I a little pot & soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth...ere I'd come to a fire to thaw me...TS IV.1 Topic: hot/cold
!["Kate & Petrucchio" [& servants]. CR Leslie,; National Trust Image from Wikimedia Commons.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:6bo6atjcihepmtcbvpnlly2m/bafkreigg5uo6c2guunprj2drmemwl43krfem6t3xiepk37oh6kboksxcfe@jpeg)
November 23, 2025 at 8:41 AM
#ShakespeareSunday Grumio: Fie on all tired jades & all mad masters...I am sent before to make a fire, & they are coming after to warm them. Now were not I a little pot & soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth...ere I'd come to a fire to thaw me...TS IV.1 Topic: hot/cold
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Laoze: the Real Self-Help Deal!😊
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Laoze: the Real Self-Help Deal!😊
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November 23, 2025 at 5:17 AM
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Laoze: the Real Self-Help Deal!😊
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Laoze: the Real Self-Help Deal!😊
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Bluesky focuses 2day on Italian Sofonisba Anguissola. My fave self-portrait (1550): 1 corner of her mouth suggests the beginning of a smile; her use of white: dabs suggesting the gleam of her pearls; dots indicating her high-quality lace. @lightacandle.bsky.social @robinburcell.bsky.social
November 17, 2025 at 12:54 AM
Bluesky focuses 2day on Italian Sofonisba Anguissola. My fave self-portrait (1550): 1 corner of her mouth suggests the beginning of a smile; her use of white: dabs suggesting the gleam of her pearls; dots indicating her high-quality lace. @lightacandle.bsky.social @robinburcell.bsky.social
#ShakespeareSunday
Henry, Duke of Buckingham
The last was I that helped thee to the crown;
The last was I that felt thy tyranny:
O, in the battle think on Buckingham
And DIE in terror of thy guiltiness!
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death:
Fainting, DESPAIR; despairing, yield thy breath!
Henry, Duke of Buckingham
The last was I that helped thee to the crown;
The last was I that felt thy tyranny:
O, in the battle think on Buckingham
And DIE in terror of thy guiltiness!
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death:
Fainting, DESPAIR; despairing, yield thy breath!
November 16, 2025 at 10:36 AM
#ShakespeareSunday
Henry, Duke of Buckingham
The last was I that helped thee to the crown;
The last was I that felt thy tyranny:
O, in the battle think on Buckingham
And DIE in terror of thy guiltiness!
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death:
Fainting, DESPAIR; despairing, yield thy breath!
Henry, Duke of Buckingham
The last was I that helped thee to the crown;
The last was I that felt thy tyranny:
O, in the battle think on Buckingham
And DIE in terror of thy guiltiness!
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death:
Fainting, DESPAIR; despairing, yield thy breath!
#ShakespeareSunday
Lady Anne:
Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,
That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword: DESPAIR, and DIE!
Lady Anne:
Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,
That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword: DESPAIR, and DIE!
November 16, 2025 at 10:36 AM
#ShakespeareSunday
Lady Anne:
Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,
That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword: DESPAIR, and DIE!
Lady Anne:
Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,
That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword: DESPAIR, and DIE!
#ShakespeareSunday
The Princes
Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower;
Let us be led within thy bosom, Richard,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death!
Thy nephews' souls bid thee DESPAIR and DIE!
The Princes
Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower;
Let us be led within thy bosom, Richard,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death!
Thy nephews' souls bid thee DESPAIR and DIE!
November 16, 2025 at 10:36 AM
#ShakespeareSunday
The Princes
Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower;
Let us be led within thy bosom, Richard,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death!
Thy nephews' souls bid thee DESPAIR and DIE!
The Princes
Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower;
Let us be led within thy bosom, Richard,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death!
Thy nephews' souls bid thee DESPAIR and DIE!
#ShakespeareSunday
Lord Hastings:
Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,
And in a bloody battle end thy days!
Think on Lord Hastings: DESPAIR, and DIE!
Lord Hastings:
Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,
And in a bloody battle end thy days!
Think on Lord Hastings: DESPAIR, and DIE!
November 16, 2025 at 10:36 AM
#ShakespeareSunday
Lord Hastings:
Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,
And in a bloody battle end thy days!
Think on Lord Hastings: DESPAIR, and DIE!
Lord Hastings:
Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,
And in a bloody battle end thy days!
Think on Lord Hastings: DESPAIR, and DIE!
#ShakespeareSunday
Sir Thomas Vaughan:
Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear,
Let fall thy lance: DESPAIR, and DIE!
Sir Thomas Vaughan:
Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear,
Let fall thy lance: DESPAIR, and DIE!
November 16, 2025 at 10:36 AM
#ShakespeareSunday
Sir Thomas Vaughan:
Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear,
Let fall thy lance: DESPAIR, and DIE!
Sir Thomas Vaughan:
Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear,
Let fall thy lance: DESPAIR, and DIE!
#ShakespeareSunday
Anthony, Lord Rivers:
Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
Rivers, that died at Pomfret! DESPAIR, and DIE!
Anthony, Lord Rivers:
Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
Rivers, that died at Pomfret! DESPAIR, and DIE!
November 16, 2025 at 10:36 AM
#ShakespeareSunday
Anthony, Lord Rivers:
Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
Rivers, that died at Pomfret! DESPAIR, and DIE!
Anthony, Lord Rivers:
Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
Rivers, that died at Pomfret! DESPAIR, and DIE!
#ShakespeareSunday
George, Duke of Clarence:
Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow!
I, that was washed to death with fulsome wine,
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death!
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword: DESPAIR, and DIE!
George, Duke of Clarence:
Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow!
I, that was washed to death with fulsome wine,
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death!
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword: DESPAIR, and DIE!
November 16, 2025 at 10:36 AM
#ShakespeareSunday
George, Duke of Clarence:
Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow!
I, that was washed to death with fulsome wine,
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death!
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword: DESPAIR, and DIE!
George, Duke of Clarence:
Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow!
I, that was washed to death with fulsome wine,
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death!
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword: DESPAIR, and DIE!
#ShakespeareSunday
Henry VI:
When I was mortal, my anointed body
By thee was punched full of holes
Think on the tower and me: DESPAIR, and DIE!
Harry the Sixth bids thee DESPAIR and DIE!
Henry VI:
When I was mortal, my anointed body
By thee was punched full of holes
Think on the tower and me: DESPAIR, and DIE!
Harry the Sixth bids thee DESPAIR and DIE!
November 16, 2025 at 10:36 AM
#ShakespeareSunday
Henry VI:
When I was mortal, my anointed body
By thee was punched full of holes
Think on the tower and me: DESPAIR, and DIE!
Harry the Sixth bids thee DESPAIR and DIE!
Henry VI:
When I was mortal, my anointed body
By thee was punched full of holes
Think on the tower and me: DESPAIR, and DIE!
Harry the Sixth bids thee DESPAIR and DIE!
#ShakespeareSunday
Prince Edward:
Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow.
Think how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth
At Tewksbury: DESPAIR, therefore, and DIE!
Prince Edward:
Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow.
Think how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth
At Tewksbury: DESPAIR, therefore, and DIE!
November 16, 2025 at 10:36 AM
#ShakespeareSunday
Prince Edward:
Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow.
Think how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth
At Tewksbury: DESPAIR, therefore, and DIE!
Prince Edward:
Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow.
Think how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth
At Tewksbury: DESPAIR, therefore, and DIE!
#ShakespeareSunday Richard III, 🧵 Theme: The Hollow Crown Plays @lightacandle.bsky.social @tonylarch.bsky.social @linda2.bsky.social @charlaynvonsolms.com @marshacoupe.bsky.social
Synopsis: On the eve of battle, Richard has a nightmare [that he's woken up in a car park😼]
The bard's words follow:
Synopsis: On the eve of battle, Richard has a nightmare [that he's woken up in a car park😼]
The bard's words follow:
November 16, 2025 at 10:36 AM
#ShakespeareSunday Richard III, 🧵 Theme: The Hollow Crown Plays @lightacandle.bsky.social @tonylarch.bsky.social @linda2.bsky.social @charlaynvonsolms.com @marshacoupe.bsky.social
Synopsis: On the eve of battle, Richard has a nightmare [that he's woken up in a car park😼]
The bard's words follow:
Synopsis: On the eve of battle, Richard has a nightmare [that he's woken up in a car park😼]
The bard's words follow:
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Well, Liz, my eye-shadow has lasted 4,575 years. Wonder if you'll be able to say the same? Tune in, Everyone, in [ca] 6600 CE, to find out.
xxx, PU 😼
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Well, Liz, my eye-shadow has lasted 4,575 years. Wonder if you'll be able to say the same? Tune in, Everyone, in [ca] 6600 CE, to find out.
xxx, PU 😼
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November 15, 2025 at 2:37 AM
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Well, Liz, my eye-shadow has lasted 4,575 years. Wonder if you'll be able to say the same? Tune in, Everyone, in [ca] 6600 CE, to find out.
xxx, PU 😼
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Well, Liz, my eye-shadow has lasted 4,575 years. Wonder if you'll be able to say the same? Tune in, Everyone, in [ca] 6600 CE, to find out.
xxx, PU 😼
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I wish I had known that when I snapped the photos. Thank you for letting me know.
I found the memorial profoundly moving. I must have spent a couple of hours there.
(If the entire photo is not visible, please click on it. TY.)
I found the memorial profoundly moving. I must have spent a couple of hours there.
(If the entire photo is not visible, please click on it. TY.)
November 10, 2025 at 8:52 PM
I wish I had known that when I snapped the photos. Thank you for letting me know.
I found the memorial profoundly moving. I must have spent a couple of hours there.
(If the entire photo is not visible, please click on it. TY.)
I found the memorial profoundly moving. I must have spent a couple of hours there.
(If the entire photo is not visible, please click on it. TY.)
This London monument is so poignant: Animals in War; "They had no choice." 2 gun-laden warhorses approach a breach in boundary wall between living & dead (1-3); once through they're freed of burdens; they're able to run free. @lightacandle.bsky.social @tonylarch.bsky.social @tjmiddleton.bsky.social
![Both bronze horses are pack-animals; the one closest to the opening has been burdened with a wheeled gun carriage [Someone has left a wreath of red poppies propped up between the wheels. Attached is a dedication message, which depicts a terror.] The horse's ears are laid back, as if it senses danger. The wall clearly represents the barrier between life and death on the battlefield.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:6bo6atjcihepmtcbvpnlly2m/bafkreihvprc7hcbafg7isrlp52i5xig6ovlkpdwbps7ffw3cn6uaqdq6eq@jpeg)
November 10, 2025 at 6:16 AM
This London monument is so poignant: Animals in War; "They had no choice." 2 gun-laden warhorses approach a breach in boundary wall between living & dead (1-3); once through they're freed of burdens; they're able to run free. @lightacandle.bsky.social @tonylarch.bsky.social @tjmiddleton.bsky.social
Oph: There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. & there's pansies, that's for thoughts...There's rue for you, & here's some for me...O, you must wear your rue with a difference. H. IV.5 #ShakespeareSunday Theme: love/loss. @lightacandle.bsky.social @tonylarch.bsky.social
November 9, 2025 at 7:52 AM
Oph: There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. & there's pansies, that's for thoughts...There's rue for you, & here's some for me...O, you must wear your rue with a difference. H. IV.5 #ShakespeareSunday Theme: love/loss. @lightacandle.bsky.social @tonylarch.bsky.social
Dr Francesca Santoro
@phyllida.bsky.social
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@tonylarch.bsky.social
Here's Goethe looking unhappy about the extraordinarily long left thigh with which Tischbein has painted him.
@phyllida.bsky.social
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Here's Goethe looking unhappy about the extraordinarily long left thigh with which Tischbein has painted him.
November 9, 2025 at 4:43 AM
Dr Francesca Santoro
@phyllida.bsky.social
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Here's Goethe looking unhappy about the extraordinarily long left thigh with which Tischbein has painted him.
@phyllida.bsky.social
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Here's Goethe looking unhappy about the extraordinarily long left thigh with which Tischbein has painted him.
People forget that scale is very important (e.g.,My friend in the photo of a Telemon column support from the Temple of Olympian Zeus, Agrigento, is 6 feet, 5 inches).
November 7, 2025 at 7:38 PM
People forget that scale is very important (e.g.,My friend in the photo of a Telemon column support from the Temple of Olympian Zeus, Agrigento, is 6 feet, 5 inches).
In my visits to London's museums, I'm always impressed by the many children in attendance. They're often engaged in an art project. I love that there is no cost of admission so all have access.😊 @lightacandle.bsky.social @mdstamper.bsky.social @anthonymajanlahti.bsky.social @tonylarch.bsky.social
November 7, 2025 at 6:27 AM
In my visits to London's museums, I'm always impressed by the many children in attendance. They're often engaged in an art project. I love that there is no cost of admission so all have access.😊 @lightacandle.bsky.social @mdstamper.bsky.social @anthonymajanlahti.bsky.social @tonylarch.bsky.social
I love this painting and think it's a shame that Tate Britain displays it so cavalierly, high on the wall, with so many other paintings. It's as though they don't value it. 🤔 @mdstamper.bsky.social
November 4, 2025 at 12:34 AM
I love this painting and think it's a shame that Tate Britain displays it so cavalierly, high on the wall, with so many other paintings. It's as though they don't value it. 🤔 @mdstamper.bsky.social
Drop something RED!
November 3, 2025 at 8:07 PM
Drop something RED!
If we have unearnèd luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
#ShakespeareSunday MND V; Topic: truth/lies @lightacandle.bsky.social @tonylarch.bsky.social
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
#ShakespeareSunday MND V; Topic: truth/lies @lightacandle.bsky.social @tonylarch.bsky.social
November 2, 2025 at 5:51 AM
If we have unearnèd luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
#ShakespeareSunday MND V; Topic: truth/lies @lightacandle.bsky.social @tonylarch.bsky.social
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
#ShakespeareSunday MND V; Topic: truth/lies @lightacandle.bsky.social @tonylarch.bsky.social