Ruins of Despair
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Ruins of Despair
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A weary pilgrim on the grave of the Romantic Hero, a forlorn eulogist cast upon the desolate shore of the exquisite agony that is The Gothic.

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'Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' (P.B. Shelley)
Damn you, Havishambles!
November 30, 2025 at 10:32 AM
I, too, aspire to this for mental heath reasons, as my brand is quite litarery.

Oh dear, I'm not gonna make it, am I.
November 30, 2025 at 10:26 AM
And oh yes, Caroline is one of my favs!
November 30, 2025 at 10:01 AM
The stories of Shelley’s funeral are many, of course. Byron's generally thought to have gone swimming, as the handling of his friend’s mangled, half-eaten corpse was too much for him. (For the same reason, Leigh Hunt stayed in the coach.) Mary Shelley wasn't there either, nor was she expected to be.
November 30, 2025 at 10:00 AM
Totally.
November 29, 2025 at 7:51 PM
I think he had been a bit sickly, but not terribly, so he didn't suspect consumption. He did care for his brother Tom who was dying of the disease, and that is how he contracted it. In 1818, it had yet to be established that TB was transmitted from person to person in that way.
November 29, 2025 at 1:18 PM