nothing like the sun

You can thank me later. Alan Rickman reading Sonnet 130:

[The sonnet gets a lot more interesting when you understand the Elizabethan slang and idiom at play here. Trust me when I say it’s positively filthy.]

7 thoughts on “nothing like the sun

  1. Oh, my stars and garters.* I do love Alan Rickman.

    *Which I originally typed as gaters, which is close enough to gators to conjure up a different image all together. I just thought you’d like to know.

  2. Jag, I think gaiters are what you hold up with garters. Uh, I guess not, actually. (I learned a new word: greave!)

    TheQueen, I’d be very surprised if Wikipedia covered the filthy filthy filth I’m talking about — not because it’s filthy filthy, but because it’s a little arcane. I only sussed out most of it while writing a paper on a few of the sonnets. My prof has encouraged me to polish the piece for publication, so I’m not keen to outline it here. If you’re curious, a few hours with the OED and the sonnet in hand would be very fruitful, though… and more than a bit scandalous.

  3. Greave. That’s a new one for me. I have since moved on in my mind to saying things like “Oh, my stars and anteaters.” Gators are funny, but anteaters are always funnier.

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