<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119</id><updated>2012-01-12T14:00:35.979Z</updated><category term='acropolis'/><category term='parthenon'/><category term='Marcus Aurelius'/><category term='agora'/><category term='Picture shows the Emperor Tiberius as a young man'/><category term='Author&apos;s vacation in March 2008 (Copyright Fascinating History)'/><category term='athens'/><category term='propylea'/><title type='text'>Fascinating History</title><subtitle type='html'>All that is fascinating and unusual in history.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-1731656836314483799</id><published>2009-03-15T17:01:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:37:52.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Aristotle on happiness and relaxation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/Sb08UyXwDfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/L0OYn8kov80/s1600-h/Aristotle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/Sb08UyXwDfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/L0OYn8kov80/s320/Aristotle.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313469463183494642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In book X of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nicomachean&lt;/span&gt; Ethics, Aristotle tackles the concept of happiness.  Happiness, he says, is not a state because if it were then everyone would possess it, even someone who is asleep throughout his life (we might say someone who is in a coma).  Happiness ought therefore to be referred to an activity, one which is chosen for itself and not for the sake of anything else as it does not require anything else, it is self-sufficient.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to Aristotle we choose almost everything in our lives for the sake of having something else.  This is not the same though with happiness because happiness is the goal.  He quotes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anacharsis&lt;/span&gt;, a Scythian philosopher who visited Greece in the early 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; c. B.C. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Play to work harder" &lt;/span&gt;to emphasize his view that amusement is not happiness but a mere form of relaxation as we nobody can work non-stop and needs to relax.  Because relaxation is taken for the sake of continuing with another activity (i.e. work) it is not an end in itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-1731656836314483799?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/1731656836314483799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=1731656836314483799&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/1731656836314483799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/1731656836314483799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2009/03/aristotle-on-happiness-and-relaxation.html' title='Aristotle on happiness and relaxation'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/Sb08UyXwDfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/L0OYn8kov80/s72-c/Aristotle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-5614421697094311405</id><published>2008-09-07T13:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:40:24.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Solon on The Ten Ages of Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SMPI1KDUUgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oUu_jpRlhtY/s1600-h/Solon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243255206746280450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SMPI1KDUUgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oUu_jpRlhtY/s320/Solon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solon, an ancient Athenian statesman and legislator credited for sowing the seeds of Athenian democracy, liked to write poetry in his spare time.  In the below he describes what he sees as the the stages in the life of a man, each stage constisting of seven years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The youthfull boy loses the first row of teeth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He grew while a baby in seven years;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When god has completed the next seven years for him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He shows the signs that yourthful prime is on its way;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the third seven, while his limbs are still growing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;His chin grows downy with the bloom of changing skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the fourth seven every man is at his best &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In strength, when men give proof of valour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the fifth it is time for a man to think of marriage,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And seek a family of children to come after him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In  the sixth a man's mind is now disciplined in everything,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he no longer wishes to do reckles deeds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the seventh he is now at his best in mind and tongue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in the eighth, that is fourteen years in total.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the ninth he is still able, but less powerful than before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In both his speech and wisdom in matters of great prowess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if anyone comes to complete the tenth in full measure,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will not meet the fate of death unreasonably.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-5614421697094311405?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/5614421697094311405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=5614421697094311405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/5614421697094311405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/5614421697094311405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/09/solon-on-ten-ages-of-man.html' title='Solon on The Ten Ages of Man'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SMPI1KDUUgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oUu_jpRlhtY/s72-c/Solon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-1380328766766141542</id><published>2008-08-24T19:27:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:42:08.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Run for your life, the Spartans are coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SLLk2E7qdYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Is_VCEvJSUY/s1600-h/Spartan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SLLk2E7qdYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Is_VCEvJSUY/s320/Spartan.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238500934273365378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image of the long-haired, armed and cloaked Spartan warrior was meant to evoke a sense of terror and induce severe abdominal cramping in all enemies of Sparta, the harshest and most fearsome city state in the ancient Greek world.  Yet, despite this bloodcurdling reputation Herodotus tells us that when the Persian king Cyrus was visited by a delegation of rough-looking, long-haired, sun-baked men clad in red cloaks and with no desire for small-talk, and was duly warned to leave the Ionian cities alone or he would have to deal with them, the Spartans, the king allegedly turned to one of his advisors and asked "Who are the Spartans?"  Suffice to say no Greek would have asked this question.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Based in the fertile plain of Laconia, with the banks of the river Eurotas on the east, in the southern Peloponnese region of Greece, Sparta was well positioned for further development and expansion.  In the latter 8th century BC neighboring Messinia was annexed and its entire population enslaved (the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helots&lt;/span&gt;, i.e. slaves of Sparta).  This action transformed Sparta into a major Greek city state.  In the following centuries Sparta further consolidated its power in the Peloponnese while simultaneously developing what we would nowadays call an oppressive and heavily militaristic social system.  This served the state well.  Only a few thousand men were allowed to have citizenship.  These citizens (also the state's landowners), barred from engaging in the 'joys' of agricultural labour and any form of business activity, would serve full time as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoplites&lt;/span&gt; (heavy infantry) in the army.  While citizens dedicated their lives to the military &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;helots&lt;/span&gt;, would toil away on the estates of citizens in order for food and other such necessities to be produced.  The government constisted of two kings, the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ephors&lt;/span&gt; (5 civil magistrates elected annually by the citizens for a one-year term of office) who to a certain level were able to influence and/or control the activities of the two kings, and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gerousia&lt;/span&gt; a formidable council of elders.  Every Spartan male, (except for the two kings and their immediate heirs) from the age of 7 to 29 was subjected to a regime of public upbringing called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agoge&lt;/span&gt;, which was basicaly military training combined with an extremely austere lifestyle, which entailed perpetual physical and psychological hardships of all kinds and demanded absolute obedience  (thus today we use the phrase 'a spartan lifestyle').  At age 12 the budding citizen could expect to be paired off with a young adult who would act as their patron and guide.  The relationship was also sexual on many occasions and this was seen as the done thing.  (The ancient world did not really classify people and especially men as being either heterosexual or homosexual, but adopted more of a bisexual view, ie. that sexual urges and needs were to be satisfied with both sexes).  During their years of training the young men would be routinely striped and paraded in front of young Spartan girls who would either praise them for their physical attributes of mock them as it was said a Spartan had nothing to hide (we do not know if penile size was on the agenda or not but we can assume physical fitness was a focal point).  Aged 29 the young man would graduate the agoge and if he was one of the most promising students was promptly sent off into the mountains with other such young men thus forming a group called the C&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rypteia.  &lt;/span&gt;The chosen graduates, dressed in a light tunic and armed only with a small dagger each, had one instruction to obey:  kill a hated helot in Messenia and prove themselves as killers.  These were the future leaders of Sparta and it was felt that no man was fit to lead unless able to kill on command.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the age of 30 the Spartan citizen was finally considered a man and able to control his own finances and stand for office.  Still, as a hoplite he was obliged to live in the army barracks and not with his family (he would visit wife during the pre-scheduled conjugal meetings whose primary purpose was the production of more Spartans).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spartan women were also very tough and brought up to serve the state by keeping fit and healthy so as to give birth to the next generation of Spartan warriors and mothers.  They were in every sense of the word, baby factories.  However, the Spartan woman was also raised to be domineering, assertive and non-emotional while serving the state.  To the amusement of other Greeks who felt women ought to be modest, shut away in the back of the house, not seen and not heard, the Spartan women were infused with fanatic patriotic pride, taught to read and write and speak their mind with characteristic bluntness.  They also exercised in public, taking part in various sports, even wrestling.  They would do this dressed in a short tunic with a slit up the thighs or even naked.  All this was done so that as future mothers they could instruct their offspring on what it means to be a Spartan.  The famous phrase &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ἢ τὰν ἢ ἐπὶ τᾶς&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I tan i epi tas = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Either with your shield or on it) was the command Spartan mothers were said to give to their sons as they departed for battle.  Her son in other words was to either come back from battle as a hero with his shield or die and be carried back home on his shield (a hoplite could not escape the battlefield unless he let go of his heavy, cumbersome shield, thus losing one's shield meant desertion).  The Spartan bride had a shaven head and a no-nonsense attitude to go with it.  If she produced three sons for the state, as a bonus her husband would be excused from garrison duty.  Alternatively, if she died in childbirth she could look forward to being celebrated as having died for the state as her name would be specially carved on a tombstone for all to see and she would be remembered for eternity.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King Cyrus must have been indeed surprised and even intrigued or shocked when he was given his briefing on who the Spartans were....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SKgGyWJxsZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zKzomVgs0uA/s320/clodius.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235442028828012946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publius Clodius Pulcher, born 92BC, was the youngest of six children, son of Appius Claudius Pulcher, brother of the notoriously unprincipled Appius Claudius Pulcher and member of Rome's most influential and powerful patrician (aristocratic) family, the Claudii, renowned for their arrogance and outrageous behavior.  He is chiefly remembered for trespassing during the Bona Dea festival, disguised as a woman (a women's only event) in Julius Caesar's house (allegedly to have a fling with Pompeia, Caesar's wife at the time) and vilified by most historians who characterize him as a mobster, demagogue and violent opportunist.  To add insult to injury, he was pursued throughout his life by rumours of of incest with his sister Clodia, a lively and intelligent woman who enjoyed courting controversy and entertaining Rome's demimonde.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 59BC, at the age of 32 and in the midst of a most promising political career, he chose to give up his patrician rank and join the plebs via adoption into a plebeian family.  This would mean giving up all privileges of the patrician class and become one of the "common" citizens of Rome.  His request was granted by Julius Caesar and the following year Clodius (who had changed the aristocratic spelling of his family name 'Claudius' to the plebeian spelling) was elected tribune of the plebs by an overwhelming majority.  Once in office, Clodius immediately set on implementing a number of reforms for the benefit of the people, the most well known of which are the free corn dole, the restoration of the collegia (Roman clubs:  something between a guild and the modern trade union) which both free citizens and slaves could join and whose members became heavily involved in elections and political issues at the time , (the collegia had been banned by the Senate six years previously).  Clodius also intoduced a bill making it illegal to condem a Roman citizen  to death without a trial and also attempted to introduce voting rights for poor men and slaves.  We can imagine how unpopular these measures would have been to the Roman senatorial elite who were prepared to viciously defend their status and way of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cicero and Cato, well-known optimates (conservatives) were of course great enemies of his and there was a bitter feud between the former and Clodius.  It is not surprising therefore that one of the first things Clodius did  when he rose to power was to send Cicero into exile and arrange for the demolition of Cicero's luxurious mansion on the Palatine hill.  The ultra-reactionary Cato was promptly sent off to annex Cyprus, where the local king Ptolemy of Cuprus committed suicide (upon news of Cato's arrival?).  Clodius was prepared to fight the conservatives and therefore organised the plebs into groups (what has been called street gangs by most historians), ready to defend their newly-acquired rights.  In 53BC, prior to another election where Clodius was running for Praetor and his enemy Milo for Consul, Milo's supporters organized armed gangs to fight Clodius's suporters.  A vicious steet fight ensued during which Clodius was wounded, and despite attempts of his people to save him, was sought out by Milo's men and hacked to death in the street.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end of Clodius was very much in accordance with his dramatic and stormy life.  His body was taken by his outraged and grief-stricken supporters to the Senate house, inside which a funeral pyre was built for him.  As the fire consumed the body of Clodius, it also laid waste to the ultimate symbol of patrician power - the Senate House, which been built by one of Cato's ancestors, was burned by revolting plebs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-3997264169325742898?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/3997264169325742898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=3997264169325742898&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/3997264169325742898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/3997264169325742898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/08/clodius-of-people-patrcian-leader-of.html' title='Clodius of the People:  The Patrician Leader of the Plebs'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SKgGyWJxsZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zKzomVgs0uA/s72-c/clodius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-8818667037323869680</id><published>2008-08-09T15:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:55:27.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cicero's Advice on Friendships and False Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SJ65oiSZcvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qzDjMkPzJRk/s1600-h/M.T.Cicero.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SJ65oiSZcvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qzDjMkPzJRk/s320/M.T.Cicero.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232823923100971762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...in the first place, pains must be taken that, if possible, so no discord should arise between friends, but in case it does then our care should be that the friendships appear to have burned out rather than to have been stamped out.  And you must indeed be on your guard lest friendships change into serious enmities, which are the source of disputes, abuse and invective.  Yet, even these, if endurable are to be borne and such respect is to be paid to the old-time friendship that he may be in the wrong who committed the offense and not he who suffered it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short:  there is but one security and one provision against these ills and annoyances and that is neither to enlist your love too quickly nor to fix it on unworthy men.  Now they are worthy of friendship who have within their souls the reason for being loved.  A rare class indeed!  And really everything splendid is rare and nothing is harder to find than something which in all respects is a perfect specimen of its kind.  But the majority of men recognize nothing whatever in human experience as good, unless it brings them some profit and they regard friends as they do their cattle, valuing most highly those which give hope of the largest gain.  Thus do they fail to attain that loveliest, most spontaneous friendship, which is desirable in and for itself; and they do not learn from their own experience what the power of such a friendship is and are ignorant of its nature and extent.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But most men unreasonably, not to say shamelessly, want a friend to be such as they cannot be themselves and require from friends what they themselves do not bestow.  But the fair things is, first of all, to be a good man yourself and then to seek another like yourself.  It is among such people that this stability of friendship may be made secure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A troublesome thing is truth if it is indeed the source of hate which poisons friendship; but much more troublesome is complaisance...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obsequium amicos, veritas odium parit [&lt;/span&gt;complaisance, the desire to oblige  and or fall in with another's taste or flatter another, gets us friends while speaking the truth gets us enemies]."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For more from or about Cicero please see my earlier posts below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre; "&gt;http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/07/friendship-roman-style-what-romans.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/cicero-on-father-of-emperor-tiberius.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-8818667037323869680?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SJ65oiSZcvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qzDjMkPzJRk/s72-c/M.T.Cicero.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-5802013781274941487</id><published>2008-08-02T19:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:52:46.828+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Julius Caesar looked like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SJSs2RKUSKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vwiemxWbmX8/s1600-h/Julius+Caesar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SJSs2RKUSKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vwiemxWbmX8/s320/Julius+Caesar.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229995115603576994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Suetonius in his Life of the Deified Julius (45.1-3):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Caesar is said to have been tall, with a fair complexion, shapely limbs, a rather full face and keen black eyes and to have had sound health, except that towards the end of his life he was subject to sudden fainting fits as well as nightmares.  He also had two attacks of epilepsy while on campaign.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was fastidious in the care of his person and so not only kept his hair carefully trimmed and shaved, but even had his body hair plucked.  He was extremely vexed by the disfiguring effects of his baldness since he found it exposed him to the ridicule of his opponents.  As a result he used to comb his receding hair forward from the crown of his head and of all the honours voted him by the senate and people, there was none that pleased him more or that he made use of more gladly than the privilege of wearing a laurel wreath on all occasions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say too that his dress was unusual; his purple-striped tunic had fringe sleeves down to the wrist and he always wore a belt over it, although it was loosely fastened.  This it is said was the reason for Sulla's frequent warning to the optimates to beware of the 'loose-belted boy'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-5802013781274941487?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/5802013781274941487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=5802013781274941487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/5802013781274941487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/5802013781274941487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-julius-caesar-looked-like.html' title='What Julius Caesar looked like'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SJSs2RKUSKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vwiemxWbmX8/s72-c/Julius+Caesar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-3245695814206701021</id><published>2008-07-20T11:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:04:14.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'Friendship' Roman style:  What the Romans would have thought of Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SIMaziXyWwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uVTyHCY9DnM/s1600-h/Cicero.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SIMaziXyWwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uVTyHCY9DnM/s320/Cicero.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225049465382132482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we have various social and/or professional networking sites (i.e. Facebook, LinkedIn, Plaxo, etc.).  The Romans would have liked this but they would have wanted to ensure that 'friends' and 'connections' would be of use to each other.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On meeting a stranger a Roman would express intense interest in where he comes from and what they do.  (How this Roman would react on any potential second meeting would very much depend on how convinced he was after that first one, that the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amicitia &lt;/span&gt;(friendship) of the new acquaintance would be worth having.)  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amicitia&lt;/span&gt;, which is often translated as 'friendship' was best described by the Roman Stoic philosopher Seneca as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"mutual serviceability"&lt;/span&gt;.  Therefore, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amicitia&lt;/span&gt; would mean trading gifts and favours with an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amicus&lt;/span&gt; (meaning something between 'friend' and useful contact').  Roman society relied on interlocking networks of such 'friendships' and the favours Romans did for one another (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beneficia&lt;/span&gt;) were the social currency of ancient Rome.  As Cicero put it:  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We do not hesitate to dutifully perform services for those whom we hope will assist us in the future" &lt;/span&gt;[Cicero, On Duties, 47]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favours between friends could get quite complicated.  For instance, if a friend asked someone to do a favour for another of his friends, delicate negotiations would ensue to establish just how much this favour had obliged the friend asking for the favour and to what extent the friend of the friend.  Also, a friend who accepted &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beneficia&lt;/span&gt; (favours) without returning the favours would eventually be viewed as a client and not an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amicus&lt;/span&gt;.  (Clients were not supposed to return their patron's benefits in kind, but they had different obligations, like perhaps to offer loans to the patron when required.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture:  Bust of Marcus Tullius Cicero, (3 Jan 106 BC - 7 Dec 43 BC), Roman statesman, lawyer, political theorist and philosopher, one of Rome's greatest orators and prose stylists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-3245695814206701021?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SIMaziXyWwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uVTyHCY9DnM/s72-c/Cicero.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-2287432290160846383</id><published>2008-07-06T11:31:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:14:39.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Misogyny in Ancient Rome a.k.a. The plight of being a clever woman in Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SHDGJ5QcIlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/a6inesUBmnU/s1600-h/roman+woman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SHDGJ5QcIlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/a6inesUBmnU/s320/roman+woman.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219889841413300818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Roman woman was expected to be educated just enough in order to understand her husband's opinions and work.  Anything more than this was frowned upon and considered off-putting and  therefore an intelligent woman would have to be particularly careful not to exhibit this (in fact she would have to go to great pains to mask her cleverness) as this might show her as being more clever and / or educated than the men around her which was definitely not on for Roman men.  (Any of this sound familiar?  Hm.  It seems some things never change!  Anyway, getting back to the Romans....)  &lt;div&gt;The Roman poet Juvenal even went so far as to write a caustic attack on women, thus revealing to us the precise forms of behaviors which vexed Roman men.  For instance, the men would be greatly embarrassed by and indeed dislike women who were more learned or clever than they were.  Juvenal writes the below particularly misogynist foul passage, which openly conveys the fierce contempt and loathing with which intelligent women were met:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Really annoying is the woman who, as soon as she takes her place on the dining couch, praises Virgil &lt;/span&gt;[Rome's greatest epic poet] &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excuses Dido's suicide, compares and ranks in critical order the various poets and weighs Virgil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and Homer &lt;/span&gt;[the greatest Greek epic poet] &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on a pair of scales.  Grammar teachers surrender, professors of rhetoric are defeated, the entire group of guests is silent; neither a lawyer nor an auctioneer nor even another woman will get a word in.  So loud and shrill are her words that you might think pots were being banged together and bells were being rung...Like a philosopher she defines ethics.  If she wants to appear so learned and eloquent, she should shorten her tunic to mid-calf!&lt;/span&gt; [Juvenal is here emphasizing that this is male behavior by suggesting that this woman dress as a man - his suggestion is clearly demeaning and derogatory and not meant to be taken literally, but rather as a way of implying there is something unnatural and unwomanly in such behavior].  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't marry a woman who speaks like an orator or knows every history book.  There should be some things in books which she doesn't understand.  I hate a woman who reads and re-reads Palaemon's treatise on grammar, who always obeys all the laws and rules of correct speech, who quotes verses I've never even heard of, moldy old stuff that a man shouldn't worry about anyway.  Let her correct the grammar of her stupid girlfriend!  A husband should be allowed an occasional "I ain't"! ' &lt;/span&gt;[Juvenal, Satires 6.434-456]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short, the average Roman male liked his woman to be pretty and ignorant (hopefully even more ignorant than himself!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we might recognize this in the attitude of successful men who wish to surround themselves with and or marry women whose behavior and level of intelligence Juvenal would very much approve of.  The so-called trophy girlfriends and wives, who perhaps (one hopes!) are not so ignorant as people may think but have cottoned-on to this expectation certain men have of them, thus adapting their outward behavior and attitude accordingly to please their self-satisfied male partners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SHDS8LF9n1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/K5bd-ghd4II/s1600-h/Trophy+wife+and+husband.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SHDS8LF9n1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/K5bd-ghd4II/s320/Trophy+wife+and+husband.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219903899334188882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-2287432290160846383?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/2287432290160846383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=2287432290160846383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/2287432290160846383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/2287432290160846383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/07/misogyny-in-ancient-rome-aka-plight-of.html' title='Misogyny in Ancient Rome a.k.a. The plight of being a clever woman in Rome'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SHDGJ5QcIlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/a6inesUBmnU/s72-c/roman+woman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-8395583047673704253</id><published>2008-06-21T11:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:27:47.329+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcus Aurelius'/><title type='text'>Wisdom of Ancient Men:  Pearls of wisdom from Marcus Aurelius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SFzk9p0nBiI/AAAAAAAAADo/GwkCDVuWQLg/s1600-h/DSCF1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SFzk9p0nBiI/AAAAAAAAADo/GwkCDVuWQLg/s320/DSCF1224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214294216437859874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On the importance of utilizing the present time in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Though thou shouldst be going to live three thousand years, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="141"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as many times ten thousand years, still remember that no man loses any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="142"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;other life than this which he now lives, nor lives any other than this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="143"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;which he now loses. The longest and shortest are thus brought to the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="144"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the present is the same to all, though that which perishes is not the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="145"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;same; and so that which is lost appears to be a mere moment. For a man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="146"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cannot lose either the past or the future: for what a man has not, how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="147"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can any one take this from him? These two things then thou must bear in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="148"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mind; the one, that all things from eternity are of like forms and come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="149"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;round in a circle, and that it makes no difference whether a man shall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see the same things during a hundred years or two hundred, or an infinite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="151"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;time; and the second, that the longest liver and he who will die soonest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="152"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lose just the same. For the present is the only thing of which a man can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="153"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;be deprived, if it is true that this is the only thing which he has, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="154"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that a man cannot lose a thing if he has it not." (Meditations, Book Two, 167 AD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"It is no evil for things to undergo change, and no good for things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="292"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to subsist in consequence of change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On time and things that happen in life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time is like a river made up of the events which happen, and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="294"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;violent stream; for as soon as a thing has been seen, it is carried away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="295"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and another comes in its place, and this will be carried away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="296"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;too." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="297"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything which happens is as familiar and well known as the rose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="298"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in spring and the fruit in summer; for such is disease, and death, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="299"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;calumny, and treachery, and whatever else delights fools or vexes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="300"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Meditations, Book Four, 167 AD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On pondering on what one has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Think not so much of what thou hast not as of what thou hast: but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="148"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of the things which thou hast select the best, and then reflect how eagerly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="149"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they would have been sought, if thou hadst them not. At the same time however &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;take care that thou dost not through being so pleased with them accustom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="151"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thyself to overvalue them, so as to be disturbed if ever thou shouldst &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="152"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not have them. " (Meditations, Book Six)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Each to his/her own:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Different things delight different people." (Meditations, Book Eight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Consider the person's character:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Dost thou wish to be praised by a man who curses himself thrice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="347"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;every hour? Wouldst thou wish to please a man who does not please himself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="348"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does a man please himself who repents of nearly everything that he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="349"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;does? "  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="350"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Meditations, Book Eight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"If any man has done wrong, the harm is his own. But perhaps he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="277"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;has not done wrong." (Meditations, Book Nine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A little less conversation, more action please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"No longer talk at all about the kind of man that a good man ought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="190"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to be, but be such. " (Meditations, Book Ten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On false friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"How unsound and insincere is he who says, I have determined to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="136"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;deal with thee in a fair way.- What art thou doing, man? There is no occasion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="137"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to give this notice. It will soon show itself by acts. The voice ought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="138"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to be plainly written on the forehead. Such as a man's character is, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="139"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;immediately shows it in his eyes, just as he who is beloved forthwith reads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="140"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everything in the eyes of lovers. The man who is honest and good ought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="141"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to be exactly like a man who smells strong, so that the bystander as soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="142"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as he comes near him must smell whether he choose or not. But the affectation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="143"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of simplicity is like a crooked stick. Nothing is more disgraceful than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="144"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a wolfish friendship (false friendship). Avoid this most of all. The good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="145"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and simple and benevolent show all these things in the eyes, and there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="146"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is no mistaking."  (Meditations, Book Eleven)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Picture:  Bronze gilded statue of Marcus Aurelius on horseback, Capitoline Museum, Rome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-8395583047673704253?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/8395583047673704253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=8395583047673704253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/8395583047673704253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/8395583047673704253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/06/wisdom-of-ancient-men-pearls-of-wisdom.html' title='Wisdom of Ancient Men:  Pearls of wisdom from Marcus Aurelius'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SFzk9p0nBiI/AAAAAAAAADo/GwkCDVuWQLg/s72-c/DSCF1224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-2996695641680001047</id><published>2008-06-20T09:31:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:10:45.397+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='athens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acropolis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propylea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parthenon'/><title type='text'>The Acropolis of Athens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SFtshl43ZWI/AAAAAAAAADA/1dZPrVcgMPU/s1600-h/Athens+June+2008+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SFtshl43ZWI/AAAAAAAAADA/1dZPrVcgMPU/s320/Athens+June+2008+123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213880317973587298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;View of the Acropolis from the Agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SFtsh02kJmI/AAAAAAAAADI/-Gy_bRn44AI/s1600-h/Athens+June+2008+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SFtsh02kJmI/AAAAAAAAADI/-Gy_bRn44AI/s320/Athens+June+2008+021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213880321990469218" style="text-align: center; float: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;View of the Acropolis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Acropolis, the citadel of Athens, was primarily used as a sanctuary and refuge in ancient times.  Built on hard limestone which rises from the Athenian landscape at around 150 metres above sea level, the sun-baked rock has gone through numerous constructions and demolitions from the Bronze Age to the 19th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the 5th century B.C. the Acropolis became a key part of the Golden Age of Pericles, a time when democracy was born and exercised as well as a time of great architectural and artistic accomplishments.  The acropolis became indeed the focus of Pericles' rebuilding of the city and under the direction of the great Pheidias, the Propylea, the Parthenon and the Erehthion were copmpleted in the second half of the 5th century B.C. which can still be seen today, albeit in ruins and in the process of being meticulously restored by the Greek government.  Nowadays it is classified as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more information on the Acropolis please visit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acropolis_of_Athens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;http://odysseus.culture.gr/h/3/eh351.jsp?obj_id=2384&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;http://asclepieion.mpl.uoa.gr/Parko/slides/images/Acropolis%20and%20Asklepieion%20artist%20reconstruction%20.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;http://www.athensguide.com/acropolis.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;http://whc.unesco.org/en/list/404&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parthenon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SFtsiGrtr7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1RypBZ0ujtA/s1600-h/Athens+June+2008+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SFtsiGrtr7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1RypBZ0ujtA/s320/Athens+June+2008+023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213880326776795058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;View of the Acropolis walls while ascending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SFtsiYJ7U1I/AAAAAAAAADY/GIGetACuOh8/s1600-h/Athens+June+2008+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SFtsiYJ7U1I/AAAAAAAAADY/GIGetACuOh8/s320/Athens+June+2008+035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213880331466920786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Propylea, the entrance to the Acropolis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SFtsigaKhCI/AAAAAAAAADg/mrb2t7hjTv8/s1600-h/Athens+June+2008+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SFtsigaKhCI/AAAAAAAAADg/mrb2t7hjTv8/s320/Athens+June+2008+042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213880333682508834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parthenon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-2996695641680001047?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/2996695641680001047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=2996695641680001047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/2996695641680001047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/2996695641680001047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/06/acropolis-of-athens.html' title='The Acropolis of Athens'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SFtshl43ZWI/AAAAAAAAADA/1dZPrVcgMPU/s72-c/Athens+June+2008+123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-389306228100562515</id><published>2008-05-18T17:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:40:47.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil Faulkner on Rome</title><content type='html'>A very interesting lecture by Neil Faulkner, also author of "Rome:  Empire of the Eagles".  Please click on link below to listen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.box.net/static/flash/box_explorer.swf?widgetHash=jphvoveo00" width="400" height="300" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-389306228100562515?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/389306228100562515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=389306228100562515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/389306228100562515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/389306228100562515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/05/neil-faulkner-on-rome.html' title='Neil Faulkner on Rome'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-3555971395923251348</id><published>2008-05-04T12:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:10:14.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunuchs in Byzantium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SB2mz2sVMYI/AAAAAAAAACo/G-mxj_iJCDc/s1600-h/justinian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196492954840412546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SB2mz2sVMYI/AAAAAAAAACo/G-mxj_iJCDc/s200/justinian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byzantium, the medieval Eastern remnant of the ancient Roman empire, a powerful empire in its own right, dominated the Eastern Mediterranean and Asia Minor for over 1,000 years, from the 4th c.AD to its eventual fall to the Ottoman Turks in 1453 AD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Byzantine empire was a melting pot of East and West, with the Eastern Orthodox church reigning supreme and influencing almost all aspects of people's lives, while the pagan elements from the time when Emperor Constantine relocated Rome to Byzantium as an intended new capital for the Roman empire, provided for an interesting and strange mixture of pious and fanatical Orthodoxy with a simultaneous exploration of ancient thought and lifestyle. As might be expected in such a situation there were many contrasts within the empire's way of life and belief-system, the Byzantine eunuch being one of these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the centuries we see eunuchs, essentially castrated men, employed as guards for the mighty in many cultures including ancient Egypt, China, Japan and the Muslim Caliphate. Court eunuchs, who were viewed as exotic, highly prized for their soft skin, high-pitched voices and hairless bodies, were also seen as safe in the sense that they could not produce heirs. Crusaders from the West were amazed and horrified when they saw how plentiful and even powerful Eunuchs were in Byzantium, many times gaining powerful administrative positions in government, the church and great estates of the nobility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eunuchs were clearly used for sexual reasons as well, and the passive role was more than often reserved for them in particular, despite this being abhorred and condemned by the clergy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A eunuch was "created" at a young age, typically just before reaching puberty. As the "operation" was considered humiliating and repugnant, this treatment was mainly administered to prisoners of war. They would have both their penis and testicles removed and those who survived this horrendous amputation would often be shipped to markets to provide slave labour for the Islamic countries too. (Such a famous market existed in Verdun, in northern France during the 10th c.AD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were certain key offices in Byzantium though, reserved especially for eunuchs. Among those we find the position of &lt;em&gt;praipositos&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;klarissimos&lt;/em&gt;, who acted as chamberlain to the emperor and directed court ceremonies - clearly a position of power and influence. He would be the chief eunuch. Other important roles were that of the &lt;em&gt;parakimomenos&lt;/em&gt; who would sleep on the floor of the emperor's bedroom and the &lt;em&gt;protovestiarios&lt;/em&gt; who was in charge of the emperor's wardrobe. There were also eunuchs in charge of the dining room and wine cellars, to mention but a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notable eunuchs in Byzantine history are Chrysaphios (5th c.AD), Euphratas under the reign of emperor Justinian and Basil Lekapenos (10th c.AD). Basil was an illegitimate son of the emperor Romanos I and was known with the nickname "Nothos", meaning 'bastard', who managed to have a particularly successful career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-3555971395923251348?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/3555971395923251348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=3555971395923251348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/3555971395923251348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/3555971395923251348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/05/eunuchs-in-byzantium.html' title='Eunuchs in Byzantium'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SB2mz2sVMYI/AAAAAAAAACo/G-mxj_iJCDc/s72-c/justinian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-5241691232897925097</id><published>2008-04-20T11:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T11:58:24.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Roman Banquets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAsg-HXtczI/AAAAAAAAACg/Fu0XUYCxsgg/s1600-h/The+start+of+a+Roman+banquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191279246977102642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAsg-HXtczI/AAAAAAAAACg/Fu0XUYCxsgg/s200/The+start+of+a+Roman+banquet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In republican ancient Rome banquets where just about the only place where a respectable patrician could be fickle and indulge in sensuality without damaging his carefully cultivated reputation. Once the men had been relaxed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sufficiently&lt;/span&gt; by the wine, in the absence of family women and children, the noble Roman could indulge in the presence of salacious dancers, good-looking flute-players, and performers of various kinds and of both sexes. These activities were not considered serious and anything that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; during a banquet would be conveniently brushed aside by the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banquet love affairs were in fact common, even if sexual relations hardly ever took place during the actual banquet. The attendees, despite all knowing each other's identity, would assume nicknames for the evening and dress up in exotic costumes - perhaps in a further effort to highlight the fickle and non-serious nature of any subsequent activities and separate it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; everyday life. The poet Catullus for example, tells us of a certain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Clodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who called herself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lesbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; during these occasions. He subsequently wrote of her (approximate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;translation&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You ask how many kisses will please me, oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lesbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. As many as the grains of sand in the desert of Libya....as many as the number of the stars in a quiet night witnessing stolen loves of men. So many kisses dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lesbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, they would be enough for your insane Catullus; so many kisses that gossiping eyes cannot count them and malicious people cannot put the evil-eye on...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kisses Catullus was alluding are generally thought to refer to the act of fellatio, however many banquets relied on their attendees using the power of suggestive talk and poetry to excite and scandalize each other while actual physical manifestation of these sexually charged verbal outpourings, during the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(banquet) was indeed frowned upon and perceived as weakness in most patrician circles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-5241691232897925097?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/5241691232897925097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=5241691232897925097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/5241691232897925097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/5241691232897925097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/roman-banquets.html' title='Roman Banquets'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAsg-HXtczI/AAAAAAAAACg/Fu0XUYCxsgg/s72-c/The+start+of+a+Roman+banquet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-7101476641171256309</id><published>2008-04-15T19:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:11:11.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sulla:  Rome’s Brutal Butcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SATvsNye49I/AAAAAAAAACY/ILSWH-QnGWI/s1600-h/Sulla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189536213532337106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SATvsNye49I/AAAAAAAAACY/ILSWH-QnGWI/s200/Sulla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucius Cornelius Sulla (138-78 BC) was born into a poor aristocratic family in Rome, a very unfortunate situation for an ambitious young patrician. Fortunately for him and not necessarily for the thousands who would have good reason to dread and fear him in later life, he was a man who always seemed to have luck on his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young man with golden-blond hair, piercing grey-blue eyes, striking good looks and a charming personality, Sulla managed to create such a strong and lasting impression on one of Rome’s richest courtesans that when she died she left all her money to him, thus enabling him, along with an inheritance from his step-mother, to pursue the cursus honorum, the expected but costly career path for a male member of the Roman aristocracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, via a combination of good looks, luck and no-doubt careful cultivating of his political acquaintances, Sulla became the Consul Marius’s Quaestor in 107 BC. (The Quaestorship being the first step of the cursus honorum). After taking part in successful military campaigns in north Africa against King Jugurtha and in the northernmost parts of Italy defending against migrating Germanic tribes, Sulla was elected Praetor Urbanus. Rumour had it that he achieved this via bribery. The next year he was posted as Pro-Consul of Cilicia, one of the richest Roman provinces, offering even more potential for advancement. There, during a meeting with the Parthian ambassador Orobazus who brought along a Chaldean seer with him, Sulla was told he would die at the height of his fame, a prophecy which would haunt him for the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulla returned to Rome in 93 BC and aligned himself firmly with the Optimates, the ultra-conservative political faction in Rome, serving primarily the interests of the patricians. Shortly afterwards, in 91 BC a civil war broke out which was to solidify Sulla’s reputation as a general in the battlefield, as he won the grass crown Corona Graminea for his services. In 88 BC he was elected Consul, the most coveted magistracy in Rome and the top of the cursus honorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most notoriously bloody and terrifying times in ancient Rome’s history came about shortly after Sulla was declared dictator by the Senate in 82/81 BC. He was granted absolute power and proceeded to proscribe around 1,500 Roman nobles (although some say the number may be larger than that). Sulla had proscription lists drafted and posted in the Roman Forum [proscriptio] and widespread butchering ensued as Sulla eradicated all his enemies or those he was suspicious of. Any man whose name appeared on the list was ipso facto stripped of his citizenship and excluded from all protection under law. Reward money was given to any informer who gave information leading to the death of a proscribed man and any person who killed a proscribed man was entitled to keep part of his estate (the remainder went to the state). No person could inherit money or property from the proscribed men, nor could any woman married to a proscribed man remarry after his death. Many victims of proscription were decapitated and their heads were displayed on spears on the Rostra in the Forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-7101476641171256309?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/7101476641171256309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=7101476641171256309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/7101476641171256309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/7101476641171256309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/sulla-romes-brutal-butcher.html' title='Sulla:  Rome’s Brutal Butcher'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SATvsNye49I/AAAAAAAAACY/ILSWH-QnGWI/s72-c/Sulla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-2647881793987819946</id><published>2008-04-13T11:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:07:16.382+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture shows the Emperor Tiberius as a young man'/><title type='text'>Cicero on the father of Emperor Tiberius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHpAdye47I/AAAAAAAAACI/7PHq0DwIRbU/s1600-h/Tiberius+_emperor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188684439913161650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHpAdye47I/AAAAAAAAACI/7PHq0DwIRbU/s200/Tiberius+_emperor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHofNye46I/AAAAAAAAACA/K3LptNkr8ts/s1600-h/DSCF1371.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The father of emperor Tiberius, called Tiberius Claudius Nero, was a quaestor to Julius Caesar in 48 BC and Praetor in 42 BC.&lt;br /&gt;(see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiberius_Nero"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiberius_Nero&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;We know little about him but Cicero offers some interesting insight on the young man in a letter to Minucius Thermus, governor of Asia, in April 50 BC. The letter reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My friend Nero has told me of his enormous gratitude to you in the best of terms, absolutely unbelievable...In all our patrician families there is no man I value more." &lt;/em&gt;[ Cicero, Letters to Friends, Letter 138 (XIII.64)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-2647881793987819946?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/2647881793987819946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=2647881793987819946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/2647881793987819946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/2647881793987819946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/cicero-on-father-of-emperor-tiberius.html' title='Cicero on the father of Emperor Tiberius'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHpAdye47I/AAAAAAAAACI/7PHq0DwIRbU/s72-c/Tiberius+_emperor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-5649632732667337818</id><published>2008-04-13T10:12:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:58:38.408+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Author&apos;s vacation in March 2008 (Copyright Fascinating History)'/><title type='text'>Forum Romanum (The Roman Forum)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHg_tye42I/AAAAAAAAABg/5bX9KKlaNiE/s1600-h/DSCF1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188675630935237474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHg_tye42I/AAAAAAAAABg/5bX9KKlaNiE/s320/DSCF1121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHg_9ye43I/AAAAAAAAABo/gxQd9RwFlVg/s1600-h/DSCF1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188675635230204786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHg_9ye43I/AAAAAAAAABo/gxQd9RwFlVg/s320/DSCF1106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHhA9ye45I/AAAAAAAAAB4/vmbfGkhoUtQ/s1600-h/DSCF1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188675652410074002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHhA9ye45I/AAAAAAAAAB4/vmbfGkhoUtQ/s320/DSCF1125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHQjdye4tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0-EehtUfJvg/s1600-h/DSCF1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188657553417888466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHQjdye4tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0-EehtUfJvg/s320/DSCF1070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHQldye4uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KK6PBZyjmvc/s1600-h/DSCF1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHQmdye4vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ali0a2-zWRU/s1600-h/DSCF1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188657604957496050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHQmdye4vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ali0a2-zWRU/s320/DSCF1084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHQmtye4wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A9kij2-qg7Q/s1600-h/DSCF1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188657609252463362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHQmtye4wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A9kij2-qg7Q/s320/DSCF1174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Forum was the center of the ancient city, a place to see and to be seen, to catch up on the latest news and gossip, do some shopping, business and even to be entertained. Nowadays all we see are ruins, mostly due to the plundering which took place in the Middle Ages as the great monuments were ravaged and had their marble and other elements stripped off them for the building of the Vatican and other Papal palaces and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;churches&lt;/span&gt;. Despite this it is still the best example of an open-air museum, offering the visitor a chance to go back in time somewhat and walk in the footsteps of the ancient Romans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the centuries the Forum has gone through many changes. After a big fire in AD 283 it was already 1,000 years old and had been remodelled several times. The Forum started life as a marshy area, a meeting place for the early inhabitants of the surrounding hills. By the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century BC it had evolved into Rome's city-centre, a place for political assemblies, riots, demonstrations, trials, gladiatorial shows and various public festivities. The marshy ground had been drained, the &lt;em&gt;Cloaca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maxima&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;had been created and one could see lofty patrician houses amidst the hustle and bustle of a market filled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;food stalls&lt;/span&gt;, various imported and local goods and even cattle in the area closer to the river (&lt;em&gt;Forum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Boarium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). Plautus gives us an interesting description of the kinds of people lurking around the Forum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For perjurers, try the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Comitium&lt;/span&gt;. Liars and braggarts hang around the Shrine of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cloacina&lt;/span&gt;: rich, married ne'er do-wells by the Basilica. Packs of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;prostitutes&lt;/span&gt; there too - but rather clapped-out ones. In the Fish-Market, members of the dining clubs. In the lower Forum respectable, well-to-do citizens out for a stroll; in the Middle Forum, flashier types along the canal. By the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lacus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Curtius&lt;/span&gt; you will find bold fellows with a tongue in their head and a bad intent in their mind - great slanderers of others and very vulnerable to it themselves. By the old shops, the money-lenders - they will make or take a loan. Behind the Temple of Castor there are men to whom you wouldn't entrust yourself. In the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Vicus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tuscus&lt;/span&gt; are men who sell themselves. In the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Velabrum&lt;/span&gt; you will find a baker or a butcher or a fortune-teller, or men who will do a turn for you or get you to do a turn for them." &lt;/em&gt;[Plautus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Curculio&lt;/span&gt; 470-82]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went by the are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;transformed&lt;/span&gt; yet again into a showcase of Roman power, reminders of triumphs celebrated by victorious generals, the conquests of the empire, and elaborate temples and various public buildings built with the booty and slaves Rome had acquired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today it is interesting to see, as indeed one of my pictures above shows, that the alleged site of Julius Caesar's funeral pyre at the Ara di Cesare (Temple of Divus Julius) is still honoured by people who deposit flowers at the spot anonymously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-5649632732667337818?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/5649632732667337818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=5649632732667337818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/5649632732667337818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/5649632732667337818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/forum-romanum-roman-forum.html' title='Forum Romanum (The Roman Forum)'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o7kpw3otMBU/SAHg_tye42I/AAAAAAAAABg/5bX9KKlaNiE/s72-c/DSCF1121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-113852686670602387</id><published>2006-01-29T08:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-29T09:27:46.740Z</updated><title type='text'>Dante and Beatrice</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.italica.rai.it/principali/dante/multimedia/iconografia/prot_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dante meets Beatrice (painting by Henry Holliday, Walker Art Gallery, Liverpool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The story of Dante and Beatrice is one of the greatest of unrequited, distant love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Durante degli Alighieri, better known as Dante, (c. June 1, 1265 – September 13/14, 1321) was an Italian Florentine poet. His greatest work, La divina commedia (The Divine Comedy), is considered the greatest literary statement produced in Europe in the medieval period, and the basis of the modern Italian language.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dante was nearly nine years old when he first set eyes on Beatrice Portinari, in a gathering at her father's palazzo in Florence. She was a few months younger than Dante and dressed in a crimson dress. She captivated him completely. As he later wrote, &lt;em&gt;"From that time forward love fully ruled my soul." &lt;/em&gt;For the next nine years he remained absolutely besotted with her but only from a distance and it was only in 1283, when he was 18, that she spoke to him as they passed each other in the street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In 13th century Florence arranged marriages were the norm, especially amongst the uppers classes, to which both Dante and Beatrice belonged. So, at the age of 21 Dante was married off to Gemma Donati, to whom he had been betroted since the age of 12 and Beatrice married a year later too, only to die three years after that, at the tender age of 24. Dante was devastated. He remained devoted to Beatrice for the rest of his life and she was his principal inspiration for much of his well known work, such as &lt;em&gt;La Vita Nuova &lt;/em&gt;(The New Life) and &lt;em&gt;La Divina Commedia &lt;/em&gt;(The Divine Comedy). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Dante first saw Beatrice, he tells us she was dressed in soft crimson and wore a girdle about her waist. He fell in love with her at first sight and thought of her as angelic with divine and noble qualities. He frequented places where he could catch a glimpse of her, but she never spoke to him until nine years later. Then one afternoon he saw her dressed in white, walking down a street in Florence. Accompanied by two older women, Beatrice turned and greeted him. Her greeting filled him with such joy that he retreated to his room to think about her. Falling asleep, he had a dream that became the subject of the first sonnet in his La Vita Nuova, one of the world's greatest romantic poems. Two chapters from La Vita Nuova are quoted below: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When exactly nine years had passed since this gracious being appeared to me, as I have described, it happened that on the last day of this intervening period this marvel appeared before me again, dressed in purest white, walking between two other women of distinguished bearing, both older than herself. As they walked down the street she turned her eyes toward me where I stood in fear and trembling, and with her ineffable courtesy, which is now rewarded in eternal life, she greeted me; and such was the virtue of her greeting that I seemed to experience the height of bliss. It was exactly the ninth hour of day when she gave me her sweet greeting. As this was the first time she had ever spoken to me, I was filled with such joy that, my senses reeling, I had to withdraw from the sight of others. So I returned to the loneliness of my room and began to think about this gracious person.&lt;/em&gt; (La Vita Nuova III)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever and wherever she appeared, in the hope of receiving her miraculous salutation I felt I had not an enemy in the world. Indeed, I glowed with a flame of charity which moved me to forgive all who had ever injured me; and if at that moment someone had asked me a question, about anything, my only reply would have been: ‘Love’, with a countenance clothed with humility. When she was on the point of bestowing her greeting, a spirit of love, destroying all the other spirits of the senses, drove away the frail spirits of vision and said: ‘Go and pay homage to your lady’; and Love himself remained in their place. Anyone wanting to behold Love could have done so then by watching the quivering of my eyes. And when this most gracious being actually bestowed the saving power of her salutation, I do not say that Love as an intermediary could dim for me such unendurable bliss but, almost by excess of sweetness, his influence was such that my body, which was then utterly given over to his governance, often moved like a heavy, inanimate object. So it is plain that in her greeting resided all my joy, which often exceeded and overflowed my capacity.&lt;/em&gt; (La Vita Nuova XI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-113852686670602387?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/113852686670602387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=113852686670602387&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/113852686670602387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/113852686670602387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2006/01/dante-and-beatrice.html' title='Dante and Beatrice'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-113783328275440199</id><published>2006-01-21T08:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-21T08:48:57.150Z</updated><title type='text'>Alexander the Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://sangha.net/oleg/photos/New/Nov08_14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this article on Alexander from Wikipedia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_the_Great"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_the_Great&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-113783328275440199?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/113783328275440199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=113783328275440199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/113783328275440199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/113783328275440199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2006/01/alexander-great.html' title='Alexander the Great'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-113562640423164927</id><published>2005-12-26T19:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:26:17.117+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex, Ancient Rome etc...</title><content type='html'>Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.libidomag.com/nakedbrunch/porninrome.html"&gt;Porn &amp;amp; Sexuality in Ancient Rome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://victorian.fortunecity.com/lion/373/roman/romarriage.html"&gt;Marriage in Ancient Rome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.bigeye.com/sexeducation/romanempire.html"&gt;The History of Sex website has something to say on Rome&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nakedvillainy.com/images/roman_porn_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://nakedvillainy.com/images/roman_porn_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-113562640423164927?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/113562640423164927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=113562640423164927&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/113562640423164927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/113562640423164927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/12/sex-ancient-rome-etc.html' title='Sex, Ancient Rome etc...'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-113492867224867795</id><published>2005-12-18T17:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T09:40:10.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Count Fersen &amp; Marie Antoinette Revisited</title><content type='html'>The English-speaking world long ago accepted a conventional view of Marie Antoinette. The eloquence of Edmund Burke in one brilliant passage has fixed, probably for all time, an enduring picture of this unhappy queen.&lt;br /&gt;When we speak or think of her we speak and think first of all of a dazzling and beautiful woman surrounded by the chivalry of France and gleaming like a star in the most splendid court of Europe.&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, it is mere fiction that represents Maria Antoinette as having been physically beautiful. The painters and engravers have so idealized her face as in most cases to have produced a purely imaginary portrait.&lt;br /&gt;She was born in Vienna, in 1755, the daughter of the Emperor Francis and of that warrior-queen, Maria Theresa. She was a very German-looking child. Lady Jackson describes her as having a long, thin face, small, pig-like eyes, a pinched-up mouth, with the heavy Hapsburg lip, and with a somewhat misshapen form, so that for years she had to be bandaged tightly to give her a more natural figure.&lt;br /&gt;At fourteen, when she was betrothed to the heir to the French throne, she was a dumpy, mean-looking little creature, with no distinction whatever, and with only her bright golden hair to make amends for her many blemishes. At fifteen she was married and joined the Dauphin in French territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a tradition regarding the French queen. However loose in character the other women of the court might be, she alone, like Caesar’s wife, must remain above suspicion. She must be purer than the pure. No breath, of scandal must reach her or be directed against her.&lt;br /&gt;In this way the French court, even under so dissolute a monarch as Louis XV., maintained its hold upon the loyalty of the people. Crowds came every morning to view the king in his bed before he arose; the same crowds watched him as he was dressed by the gentlemen of the bedchamber, and as he breakfasted and went through all the functions which are usually private. The King of France must be a great actor. He must appear to his people as in reality a king-stately, dignified, and beyond all other human beings in his remarkable presence.&lt;br /&gt;When the Dauphin and Marie Antoinette came to the French court King Louis XV. kept up in the case the same semblance of austerity. He forbade these children to have their sleeping-apartments together. He tried to teach them that if they were to govern as well as to reign they must conform to the rigid etiquette of Paris and Versailles.&lt;br /&gt;It proved a difficult task, however. The little German princess had no natural dignity, though she came from a court where the very strictest imperial discipline prevailed. Marie Antoinette found that she could have her own way in many things, and she chose to enjoy life without regard to ceremony. Her escapades at first would have been thought mild enough had she not been a “daughter of France”; but they served to shock the old French king, and likewise, perhaps even more, her own imperial mother, Maria Theresa. When a report of the young girl’s conduct was brought to her the empress was at first mute with indignation. Then she cried out:&lt;br /&gt;“Can this girl be a child of mine? She surely must be a changeling!”&lt;br /&gt;The Austrian ambassador to France was instructed to warn the Dauphiness to be more discreet.&lt;br /&gt;“Tell her,” said Maria Theresa, “that she will lose her throne, and even her life, unless she shows more prudence.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.fastclick.net/w/click.here?sid=3552&amp;m=6&amp;amp;c=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But advice and remonstrance were of no avail. Perhaps they might have been had her husband possessed a stronger character; but the young Louis was little more fitted to be a king than was his wife to be a queen. Dull of perception and indifferent to affairs of state, he had only two interests that absorbed him. One was the love of hunting, and the other was his desire to shut himself up in a sort of blacksmith shop, where he could hammer away at the anvil, blow the bellows, and manufacture small trifles of mechanical inventions. From this smudgy den he would emerge, sooty and greasy, an object of distaste to his frivolous princess, with her foamy laces and perfumes and pervasive daintiness.&lt;br /&gt;It was hinted in many quarters, and it has been many times repeated, that Louis was lacking in virility. Certainly he had no interest in the society of women and was wholly continent. But this charge of physical incapacity seems to have had no real foundation. It had been made against some of his predecessors. It was afterward hurled at Napoleon the Great, and also Napoleon the Little. In France, unless a royal personage was openly licentious, he was almost sure to be jeered at by the people as a weakling.&lt;br /&gt;And so poor Louis XVI., as he came to be, was treated with a mixture of pity and contempt because he loved to hammer and mend locks in his smithy or shoot game when he might have been caressing ladies who would have been proud to have him choose them out.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, because of this opinion regarding Louis, people were the more suspicious of Marie Antoinette. Some of them, in coarse language, criticized her assumed infidelities; others, with a polite sneer, affected to defend her. But the result of it all was dangerous to both, especially as France was already verging toward the deluge which Louis XV. had cynically predicted would follow after him.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the end came sooner than any one had guessed. Louis XV., who had become hopelessly and helplessly infatuated with the low-born Jeanne du Barry, was stricken down with smallpox of the most virulent type. The body of the late monarch was hastily thrown into a mass of quick-lime, and was driven away in a humble wagon, without guards and with no salute, save from a single veteran, who remembered the glories of Fontenoy and discharged his musket as the royal corpse was carried through the palace gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a critical moment in the history of France; but we have to consider it only as a critical moment in the history of Marie Antoinette. She was now queen. She had it in her power to restore to the French court its old-time grandeur, and, so far as the queen was concerned, its purity. Above all, being a foreigner, she should have kept herself free from reproach and above every shadow of suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;But here again the indifference of the king undoubtedly played a strange part in her life. Had he borne himself as her lord and master she might have respected him. Had he shown her the affection of a husband she might have loved him. But he was neither imposing, nor, on the other hand, was he alluring. She wrote very frankly about him in a letter to the Count Orsini:&lt;br /&gt;My tastes are not the same as those of the king, who cares only for hunting and blacksmith work. You will admit that I should not show to advantage in a forge. I could not appear there as Vulcan, and the part of Venus might displease him even more than my tastes.&lt;br /&gt;Thus on the one side is a woman in the first bloom of youth, ardent, eager—&amp;shy;and neglected. On the other side is her husband, whose sluggishness may be judged by quoting from a diary which he kept during the month in which he was married. Here is a part of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 13—&amp;shy;Left Versailles. Supper and slept at Compignee, at the house of M. de Saint-Florentin.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 14—&amp;shy;Interview with Mme. la Dauphine.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 15—&amp;shy;Supped at La Muette. Slept at Versailles.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 16—&amp;shy;My marriage. Apartment in the gallery. Royal banquet in the Salle d’Opera.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 17—&amp;shy;Opera of “Perseus.”&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 18—&amp;shy;Stag-hunt. Met at La Belle Image. Took one.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 19—&amp;shy;Dress-ball in the Salle d’Opera. Fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 31—&amp;shy;I had an indigestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her head she wore a hat styled a “what-is-it,” towering many feet in height and flaunting parti-colored plumes. Worse than all this, she refused to wear corsets, and at some great functions she would appear in what looked exactly like a bedroom gown.&lt;br /&gt;She would even neglect the ordinary niceties of life. Her hands were not well cared for. It was very difficult for the ladies in attendance to persuade her to brush her teeth with regularity. Again, she would persist in wearing her frilled and lace-trimmed petticoats long after their dainty edges had been smirched and blackened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet these things might have been counteracted had she gone no further. Unfortunately, she did go further. She loved to dress at night like a shop-girl and venture out into the world of Paris, where she was frequently followed and recognized. Think of it—&amp;shy;the Queen of France, elbowed in dense crowds and seeking to attract the attention of common soldiers!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, almost every one put the worst construction upon this, and after a time upon everything she did. When she took a fancy for constructing labyrinths and secret passages in the palace, all Paris vowed that she was planning means by which her various lovers might enter without observation. The hidden printing-presses of Paris swarmed with gross lampoons about this reckless girl; and, although there was little truth in what they said, there was enough to cloud her reputation. When she fell ill with the measles she was attended in her sick-chamber by four gentlemen of the court. The king was forbidden to enter lest he might catch the childish disorder.&lt;br /&gt;The apathy of the king, indeed, drove her into many a folly. After four years of marriage, as Mrs. Mayne records, he had only reached the point of giving her a chilly kiss. The fact that she had no children became a serious matter. Her brother, the Emperor Joseph of Austria, when he visited Paris, ventured to speak to the king upon the subject. Even the Austrian ambassador had thrown out hints that the house of Bourbon needed direct heirs. Louis grunted and said little, but he must have known how good was the advice.&lt;br /&gt;It was at about this time when there came to the French court a young Swede named Axel de Fersen, who bore the title of count, but who was received less for his rank than for his winning manner, his knightly bearing, and his handsome, sympathetic face. Romantic in spirit, he threw himself at once into a silent inner worship of Marie Antoinette, who had for him a singular attraction. Wherever he could meet her they met. To her growing cynicism this breath of pure yet ardent affection was very grateful. It came as something fresh and sweet into the feverish life she led&lt;br /&gt;Other men had had the audacity to woo her—&amp;shy;among them Duc de Lauzun, whose complicity in the famous affair of the diamond necklace afterward cast her, though innocent, into ruin; the Duc de Biron; and the Baron de Besenval, who had obtained much influence over her, which he used for the most evil purposes. Besenval tainted her mind by persuading her to read indecent books, in the hope that at last she would become his prey.&lt;br /&gt;But none of these men ever meant to Marie Antoinette what Fersen meant. Though less than twenty years of age, he maintained the reserve of a great gentleman, and never forced himself upon her notice. Yet their first acquaintance had occurred in such a way as to give to it a touch of intimacy. He had gone to a masked ball, and there had chosen for his partner a lady whose face was quite concealed. Something drew the two together. The gaiety of the woman and the chivalry of the man blended most harmoniously. It was only afterward that he discovered that his chance partner was the first lady in France. She kept his memory in her mind; for some time later, when he was at a royal drawing-room and she heard his voice, she exclaimed:&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, an old acquaintance!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this time Fersen was among those who were most intimately favored by the queen. He had the privilege of attending her private receptions at the palace of the Trianon, and was a conspicuous figure at the feasts given in the queen’s honor by the Princess de Lamballe, a beautiful girl whose head was destined afterward to be severed from her body and borne upon a bloody pike through the streets of Paris. But as yet the deluge had not arrived and the great and noble still danced upon the brink of a volcano.&lt;br /&gt;Fersen grew more and more infatuated, nor could he quite conceal his feelings. The queen, in her turn, was neither frightened nor indignant. His passion, so profound and yet so respectful, deeply moved her. Then came a time when the truth was made clear to both of them. Fersen was near her while she was singing to the harpsichord, and “she was betrayed by her own music into an avowal which song made easy.” She forgot that she was Queen of France. She only felt that her womanhood had been starved and slighted, and that here was a noble-minded lover of whom she could be proud.&lt;br /&gt;Some time after this announcement was officially made of the approaching accouchement of the queen. It was impossible that malicious tongues should be silent. The king’s brother, the Comte de Provence, who hated the queen, just as the Bonapartes afterward hated Josephine, did his best to besmirch her reputation. He had, indeed, the extraordinary insolence to do so at a time when one would suppose that the vilest of men would remain silent. The child proved to be a princess, and she afterward received the title of Duchesse d’Angouleme. The King of Spain asked to be her godfather at the christening, which was to be held in the cathedral of Notre Dame. The Spanish king was not present in person, but asked the Comte de Provence to act as his proxy.&lt;br /&gt;On the appointed day the royal party proceeded to the cathedral, and the Comte de Provence presented the little child at the baptismal font. The grand almoner, who presided, asked;&lt;br /&gt;“What name shall be given to this child?”&lt;br /&gt;The Comte de Provence answered in a sneering tone:&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, we don’t begin with that. The first thing to find out is who the father and the mother are!”&lt;br /&gt;These words, spoken at such a place and such a time, and with a strongly sardonic ring, set all Paris gossiping. It was a thinly veiled innuendo that the father of the child was not the King of France. Those about the court immediately began to look at Fersen with significant smiles. The queen would gladly have kept him near her; but Fersen cared even more for her good name than for his love of her. It would have been so easy to remain in the full enjoyment of his conquest; but he was too chivalrous for that, or, rather, he knew that the various ambassadors in Paris had told their respective governments of the rising scandal. In fact, the following secret despatch was sent to the King of Sweden by his envoy:&lt;br /&gt;I must confide to your majesty that the young Count Fersen has been so well received by the queen that various persons have taken it amiss. I own that I am sure that she has a liking for him. I have seen proofs of it too certain to be doubted. During the last few days the queen has not taken her eyes off him, and as she gazed they were full of tears. I beg your majesty to keep their secret to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen wept because Fersen had resolved to leave her lest she should be exposed to further gossip. If he left her without any apparent reason, the gossip would only be the more intense. Therefore he decided to join the French troops who were going to America to fight under Lafayette. A brilliant but dissolute duchess taunted him when the news became known.&lt;br /&gt;“How is this?” said she. “Do you forsake your conquest?”&lt;br /&gt;But, “lying like a gentleman,” Fersen answered, quietly:&lt;br /&gt;“Had I made a conquest I should not forsake it. I go away free, and, unfortunately, without leaving any regret.”&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could have been more chivalrous than the pains which Fersen took to shield the reputation of the queen. He even allowed it to be supposed that he was planning a marriage with a rich young Swedish woman who had been naturalized in England. As a matter of fact, he departed for America, and not very long afterward the young woman in question married an Englishman.&lt;br /&gt;Fersen served in America for a time, returning, however, at the end of three years. He was one of the original Cincinnati, being admitted to the order by Washington himself. When he returned to France he was received with high honors and was made colonel of the royal Swedish regiment.&lt;br /&gt;The dangers threatening Louis and his court, which were now gigantic and appalling, forbade him to forsake the queen. By her side he did what he could to check the revolution; and, failing this, he helped her to maintain an imperial dignity of manner which she might otherwise have lacked. He faced the bellowing mob which surrounded the Tuileries. Lafayette tried to make the National Guard obey his orders, but he was jeered at for his pains. Violent epithets were hurled at the king. The least insulting name which they could give him was “a fat pig.” As for the queen, the most filthy phrases were showered upon her by the men, and even more so by the women, who swarmed out of the slums and sought her life.&lt;br /&gt;At last, in 1791, it was decided that the king and the queen and their children, of whom they now had three, should endeavor to escape from Paris. Fersen planned their flight, but it proved to be a failure. Every one remembers how they were discovered and halted at Varennes. The royal party was escorted back to Paris by the mob, which chanted with insolent additions:&lt;br /&gt;“We’ve brought back the baker, the baker’s wife, and the baker’s boy! Now we shall have bread!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the savage fury which soon animated the French a foreigner like Fersen could do very little; but he seems to have endeavored, night and day, to serve the woman whom he loved. His efforts have been described by Grandat; but they were of no avail. The king and queen were practically made prisoners. Their eldest son died. They went through horrors that were stimulated by the wretch Hebert, at the head of his so-called Madmen (Enrages). The king was executed in January, 1792. The queen dragged out a brief existence in a prison where she was for ever under the eyes of human brutes, who guarded her and watched her and jeered at her at times when even men would be sensitive. Then, at last, she mounted the scaffold, and her head, with its shining hair, fell into the bloody basket.&lt;br /&gt;Marie Antoinette shows many contradictions in her character. As a young girl she was petulant and silly and almost unseemly in her actions. As a queen, with waning power, she took on a dignity which recalled the dignity of her imperial mother. At first a flirt, she fell deeply in love when she met a man who was worthy of that love. She lived for most part like a mere cocotte. She died every inch a queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One finds a curious resemblance between the fate of Marie Antoinette and that of her gallant lover, who outlived her for nearly twenty years. She died amid the shrieks and execrations of a maddened populace in Paris; he was practically torn in pieces by a mob in the streets of Stockholm. The day of his death was the anniversary of the flight to Varennes. To the last moment of his existence he remained faithful to the memory of the royal woman who had given herself so utterly to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Famous Affinities of History"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;by Lydon Orr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-113492867224867795?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/113492867224867795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=113492867224867795&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/113492867224867795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/113492867224867795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/12/count-fersen-marie-antoinette.html' title='Count Fersen &amp; Marie Antoinette Revisited'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-113060260711242666</id><published>2005-10-29T16:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T17:20:29.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The History of Tampons</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.servicevie.com/02Sante/Sante_femmes/Femmes041099/femmes041099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my female readers will know what I mean when I say that tampons are perhaps the best invention for women ever! (Male readers with sisters, live-in girlfriends and wives will also have a good understanding too of why I say this...). Apparently the ancient Egyptians first invented the disposable tampon - theirs was made out of papyrus, ouch! I did some research on the history of tampons and came up with the following interesting links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampons through history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inventors.about.com/library/inventors/bltampons.htm"&gt;http://inventors.about.com/library/inventors/bltampons.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An essay on tampons in American history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sccs.swarthmore.edu/users/01/sarahk/hers/school/tampon.html"&gt;The all-American tampon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Museum of Menstruation (and it's not only open for 4 days a month!) Fascinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mum.org/obger50s.htm"&gt;http://www.mum.org/obger50s.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an interesting review of the aforementioned museum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.publichistory.org/reviews/View_Review.asp?DBID=21"&gt;http://www.publichistory.org/reviews/View_Review.asp?DBID=21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-113060260711242666?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/113060260711242666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=113060260711242666&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/113060260711242666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/113060260711242666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/10/history-of-tampons.html' title='The History of Tampons'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112875994867996587</id><published>2005-10-08T08:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:27:18.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Trivia from Ancient Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.btinternet.com/~lilith.kaos/priapus.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Priapus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be the agressor during sexual activity was to be the one in charge, the honourable one. Thus the sex of the partner or the type of experience was not so much the issue as was the person who was doing the actual thrusting. This was an issue set in stone for the Romans, so much so that they had two different verbs to descibe vaginal, anal or oral sex; one verb to indicate the active and another the passive role in the act. This meant that the agressor would be the &lt;em&gt;futuere, pedicare &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;irrumare, &lt;/em&gt;whereas the recipient of all this action was the &lt;em&gt;crisare, cevere &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;fellare&lt;/em&gt; and could risk becoming an outcast of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most humiliating punishment possible for an adult Roman male, was to be sexually assaulted. Statues of the god Priapus got this message across very clearly as they were painted bright red and possesed a huge and menacing erection. According to the &lt;em&gt;Songs of Priapus &lt;/em&gt;the god would threaten anyone who stole crops or meddled with gardens (he was the protector of gardens) with the following: &lt;em&gt;"I warn you, woman, you will be fucked; boy, you will be buggered; and as for the bearded man, he can give me his mouth!"&lt;/em&gt; says the god. And he continues: &lt;em&gt;"This rod shall enter the thief's guts as far as the hair and hilt of my balls.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar punishment awaited a married woman's lover. The cheated husband was legally entitled to sodomize the man by force.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112875994867996587?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112875994867996587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112875994867996587&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112875994867996587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112875994867996587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-trivia-from-ancient-rome.html' title='Sex Trivia from Ancient Rome'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112867255944132674</id><published>2005-10-07T08:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:09:19.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Salacious Life of Casanova</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.liberliber.it/biblioteca/c/casanova/immagini/ritratto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Casanova - not the most handsome guy in the world...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giacomo Casanova (1725-98) was more than just a man of the world. His manipulative charm enabled him to get round almost anyone. He even convinced the Pope to give him a dispensation to read pornographic books, which were forbidden by the Church. He managed to move around the highest aristocratic circles. Due to his extravagant lifestyle he was often in debt, and running away from angry creditors. He developed quite a reputation for seducing the ladies and so in 1755, at the age of 30, he was arrested by the Venetian Inquisition, charged with contempt for religion and sentenced to 5 years in prison. Of course, being Casanova, he could not stand for this and escaped from prison, and went on to travel throughout Italy, France, Spain, Germany, Holland, England, Poland, Greece, Turkey, Russia and Asia Minor, having numerous affairs on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casanova was said to know how to manipulate women's minds as well as their bodies. He would make sure he had captivated them psychologicaly, before moving on to the physical part of the affair. Although his 'love' was passionate it was short-lived and ended once he had sated his desire fully, at which point he would move on to another woman. I reckon nowadays he would be known as a cad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casanova's sex life was in no need of spicing up, as one can see from his memoirs too. He generally preferred one to one sex with women, had a penchant for anal sex and sometimes liked to have two women in bed simultaneously. He also liked going to orgies. Homosexual wasn't really his thing but he did have some such encounters. One of these was in Turkey with the then Turkish foreign minister, another was fondling the penis of the impotent Duke Maddaloni and the most important was an encounter with a Lieutenant Lutin in St. Petersburg, who apparently looked like a woman. In Casanova's own words: &lt;em&gt;"...he took hold of me and, believing that he found he pleased me, put himself in a position to make both of us happy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112867255944132674?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112867255944132674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112867255944132674&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112867255944132674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112867255944132674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/10/salacious-life-of-casanova.html' title='The Salacious Life of Casanova'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112835696159972587</id><published>2005-10-03T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T17:33:55.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad, Bad &amp; Dangerous to Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.gothicpress.freeserve.co.uk/Mad,%20Bad%20&amp;%20Dangerous%20to%20Know_files/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady Caroline Lamb &amp;amp; Lord Byron (from two separate paintings)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for the rich and fashionable in London during the Regency period (1788 to 1830), was extravagant and decadent. Marriage was mostly seen as a business arrangement, with fidelity being very low on the priority list for both sexes. The idea was that a woman's duty was to provide her husband with at least one male heir. That objective having been achieved, the happy wife was free to amuse herself with as many lovers as she sought fit to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Caroline Lamb was a typical example of the time. She was brought up in an environment in which all the adults were having affairs and many of her playmates were their illegitimate children. In her early teens she was married off to William Lamb, an ambitious politician and son of Lady Melbourne, ex mistress of the Prince of Wales. Two out of five of Lady Melbourne's children were rumoured to have been fathered by her lovers.&lt;br /&gt;Not long after her marriage Caroline embarked on a series of affairs, which arose her mother-in-law's hostility towards her as she made no effort to conceal her liaisons. A contemporary account describes Caroline as &lt;em&gt;"...a woman of society and of the world, the belle, the toast, the star of the day. She was adored but not content. She had a restless craving after excitement...she was bold and daring in her excursions through the debatable land between friendship and love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1812 Caroline met Lord Byron. He was already as famous for his affairs with women as for his poetry. After first meeting him she wrote in her diary that he was &lt;em&gt;"mad, bad and dangerous to know"&lt;/em&gt;. A wildly passionate love affair ensued. Lady Caroline's diary entry would however prove to be almost prophetic as alas, for her Byron did turn out to be dangerous to know and their affair led to her downfall. Byron soon got tired of Caroline, characterizing her as &lt;em&gt;wild and improvident&lt;/em&gt; as she would often cause scenes in public and was becoming increasingly possessive with him. At one point, he refused to see her and she disguised herself as a boy in order to gain admittance into his lodgings. Byron started feeling that her behaviour was making him look riduculous and so decided to put an end to their affair. In July 1813, he arrived at a party with a certain Lady Oxford and in everyone's presence ignored Caroline completely. This drove her to distraction and she frantically collapsed on the floor screaming, took some broken glass, tried to cut her wrists and then stabbed herself several times with a pair of scissors. She was carried out in a straight-jacket. Although she survived her wounds, her reputation in high society had been ruined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112835696159972587?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112835696159972587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112835696159972587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112835696159972587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112835696159972587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/10/mad-bad-dangerous-to-know.html' title='Mad, Bad &amp; Dangerous to Know'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112815808254659590</id><published>2005-10-01T09:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T10:14:42.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tyranny of the Benedictines</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.mycatholictradition.com/images/St%20Benedict.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benedict - the founder of the Benedictines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In around 500 AD a Roman noble called Benedict, decided he'd had enough of food, sex, drink and everything the good life in the city had to offer, took one of his servants with him and settled in the countryside. There he started to develop a reputation for mending broken pottery, which inevitable attracted many visitors to him and forced him to seek his solitude in a remote cave, up a cliff face. Every day someone would lower a basket a food to him. Benedict believed it was pretty much a sin to enjoy yourself, so he made sure his meal was very plain. Too much enjoyment he thought, was distracting us from thanking god for the gift of life. Soon, Benedict's views started to appeal to others who sought to follow his example. He therefore set up his own monastery where he wrote the famous &lt;em&gt;Rule&lt;/em&gt;, his set of regulations for monastic life. The Benedictines had arrived in the world!&lt;br /&gt;Benedict's community consisted of men who worked hard and prayed &lt;em&gt;for the service of the Lord&lt;/em&gt;. His &lt;em&gt;Rule&lt;/em&gt; states: &lt;em&gt;'We hope to introduce nothing harsh or burdensome.' &lt;/em&gt;This was really a major understatement, as Benedict was a firm believer of unquestioning obedience. He says: &lt;em&gt;'For if the disciple obeys with an ill will and murmurs, not necessarily with his lips but simply in his heart, then even though he fulfil the command yet his work will not be acceptable to God, who sees that his heart is murmuring. And, far from gaining a reward for such wokr as this, he will incur the punishment due to murmurers..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benedict obviously didn't approve of murmuring, and he dissaproved of laughter so much that he had it banned. Furthermore, his monks were not allowed to speak unless they were given to permission to do so by their superior and were not alloweed to have any private possessions. Beds were regularly examined by abbots, to make sure nothing had been hidden. All aspects of everyday life for the Benedictine monks were strictly controlled, even down to what they should eat and when, what time they should sleep and how, what they should and should not wear etc. The Rule even stated that if a monk were to go on a trip outside of the monastery, he should under no circumstances relate what he has seen or heard in the outside world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112815808254659590?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112815808254659590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112815808254659590&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112815808254659590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112815808254659590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/10/tyranny-of-benedictines.html' title='The Tyranny of the Benedictines'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112741454794582943</id><published>2005-09-22T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:42:27.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Grandes Horizontales - The Great Parisian Courtesans</title><content type='html'>These women were the stuff of legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://virginiarounding.com/horizontales.html"&gt;http://virginiarounding.com/horizontales.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.curledup.com/courtesa.htm"&gt;http://www.curledup.com/courtesa.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112741454794582943?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112741454794582943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112741454794582943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112741454794582943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112741454794582943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/09/les-grandes-horizontales-great.html' title='Les Grandes Horizontales - The Great Parisian Courtesans'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112732986765688386</id><published>2005-09-21T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:11:07.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Staff in a Victorian Household</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/society_culture/welfare/images/women_work_housekeeping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting link below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.victorianweb.org/history/work/burnett5.html"&gt;http://www.victorianweb.org/history/work/burnett5.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the roles of each servant in the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mpmbooks.com/amelia/SERVANTS.HTM"&gt;http://www.mpmbooks.com/amelia/SERVANTS.HTM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112732986765688386?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112732986765688386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112732986765688386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112732986765688386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112732986765688386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/09/staff-in-victorian-household.html' title='Staff in a Victorian Household'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112702958937774772</id><published>2005-09-18T08:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:48:43.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poor Needle-woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://athena.english.vt.edu/~jmooney/3044biosh-o/mayhew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Henry Mayhew (1812-1887)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for the poor has always been difficult. In Victorian London, Henry Mayhew, a journalist and 'social investigator' delved deeply into the plight of the poor. He interviewed them and kept detailed trancripts of their accounts, thus giving us a first-hand insight into their world in hiw work &lt;em&gt;London Labour and the London Poor&lt;/em&gt;. Below is a needle-woman's account:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I cannot earn more than 4s. 6d. to 5s. per week - let me sit from eight in the morning till ten every night...and my clear earnings [after paying for coal and other supplies] are a little but more than 2s...I consider trowsers the best work...Shirt work is the worst, the very worst, that can be got...A mother has got two or three daughters, and she don't wish them to go to service, and she puts them to this poor needlework; and that, in my opinion, is the cause of the destitution and the prostitution about the streets in these parts...Most of the workers are young girls who have nothing else to depend upon, and there is scarcely one of them virtous...As [my daughter and I] sit to work together, one candle does for the two of us, so that she earns about 3s. per week clear, which is not sufficient to keep her even in food...My husband is a seafering man, or I don't know what I should do. He is a particularly steady man, a teetotaller, and so indeed are the whole family, or else we could not live. Recently my daughter has resigned the work and gone to service, as the prices are not sufficient for food and clothing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112702958937774772?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112702958937774772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112702958937774772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112702958937774772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112702958937774772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/09/poor-needle-woman.html' title='A Poor Needle-woman'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112646501415404205</id><published>2005-09-11T19:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:56:54.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Roman Baths</title><content type='html'>See link below (there are 3 pages to this one apparently...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dl.ket.org/latin2/mores/baths/history/page01.htm"&gt;http://www.dl.ket.org/latin2/mores/baths/history/page01.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112646501415404205?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112646501415404205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112646501415404205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112646501415404205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112646501415404205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/09/roman-baths.html' title='Roman Baths'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112634269251559554</id><published>2005-09-10T09:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T09:58:12.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcus Aurelius again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"When another's fault offends you, turn to yourself and consider what similar shortcomings are found in you.  do you, too, find your good in riches, pleasure, reputation, or such like?  Think of this, and your anger will soon be forgotten in the reflection that he is only acting under pressure..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let no one have the right to say truthfully of you that you are without integrity or goodness; should any think such thoughts, see that they are without foundation.  This all depends upon yourself, for who else can hinder you from attaining goodness and integrity? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"At every action, no matter by whom performed, make it a practice to ask yourself, 'What is his object in doing this?'  But begin with yourself; put this question to yourself first of all."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112634269251559554?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112634269251559554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112634269251559554&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112634269251559554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112634269251559554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/09/marcus-aurelius-again.html' title='Marcus Aurelius again...'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112612178100407107</id><published>2005-09-07T20:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:30:02.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Washing clothes Roman-style</title><content type='html'>Folks, don't try this at home!&lt;br /&gt;The ancient Romans used urine to get their white tunics clean and bleached. Of course, the ammonia contained in urine was what did the trick.  Fullers collected urine for this purpose.  Clothing was immersed in the repugnant liquid and bleached white.  Needless to say, the smell of urine didn't just leave the clothes once washed out with water and one can only imagine how even the most wealthy and notable Romans smelt truly 'pissy'.  Combine that with the charming smell of fish sauce (a favourite with the Romans) and the stench would be unbearable to the contemporary nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112612178100407107?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112612178100407107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112612178100407107&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112612178100407107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112612178100407107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/09/washing-clothes-roman-style.html' title='Washing clothes Roman-style'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112603400856066142</id><published>2005-09-06T19:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:13:28.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alchemists - the First Chemists</title><content type='html'>Alchemists believed that one substance could be canged into another.  The Greek god Hermes was supposed to have started alchemy so it was called the Hermetic art and practised widely by the Greeks and Romans of the 3d century AD.  When the Arabs conquered much of the East they developed the principles of alchemy even further and passed on to the medieval West via Spain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Roger Bacon, alchemy is &lt;em&gt;"...a Science teaching how to transform any kind of metal in to another...".  &lt;/em&gt;It is not surprising therefore to find out that the main focus for the alchemist was to transform any metal in to gold.  Because alchemists believed that everything in the world can be perfected they were attracted to the idea of making everything as perfect as it was in the Garden of Eden.  Clearly their beliefs were strongly influenced by Christian thinking.  Because they saw gold as being the perfect metal, they felt that all metals must be slowly changing into gold.  Their intervention was seen as giving God a helping hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112603400856066142?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112603400856066142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112603400856066142&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112603400856066142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112603400856066142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/09/alchemists-first-chemists.html' title='Alchemists - the First Chemists'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112594891812877213</id><published>2005-09-05T20:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T20:35:18.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enterprising Tudor Widows</title><content type='html'>In Tudor times widows were allowed to run their husbands' businesses and even train apprentices.  Not all widows ran the business permanently - some only doing so for a year or so, while others remained in charge for several years.  Within the period 1553 - 1640 seventy widows were left with the running of their late husbands' print shops and only twenty of them held on to them after 4 years, the rest having sold the shops.  At that time widows represented one tenth of the publishing business. &lt;br /&gt;Dionisia Holme from Beverley in Yorkshire, sustained her late husband's wool trading business for fifteen years and made a large profit out of it.  Another, called Mrs Baynham, ran a business trading wool, wine and herrings as well as running a boarding house in Calais and acres of farmland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112594891812877213?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112594891812877213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112594891812877213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112594891812877213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112594891812877213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/09/enterprising-tudor-widows.html' title='Enterprising Tudor Widows'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112585534117495450</id><published>2005-09-04T18:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T18:37:10.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Wilde on Love &amp; Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.mythofsisyphus.net/store/images/wilde-oscar.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oscar Wilde as a young man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde's liberal / anarchical views shocked Victorian society. This was sadly to be his downfall. Here is what he had to say about marriage and love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One should always be in love. That is the reason one should never marry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In married life three is company and two none."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See link below for more quotes from Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/o/oscarwilde121811.html"&gt;http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/o/oscarwilde121811.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112585534117495450?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112585534117495450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112585534117495450&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112585534117495450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112585534117495450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/09/oscar-wilde-on-love-marriage.html' title='Oscar Wilde on Love &amp; Marriage'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112574293186121062</id><published>2005-09-03T10:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T11:22:11.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Captain Smith and Pocahontas..." - The True Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Captain Smith and Pocahontas, they had a very mad affair..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people know this famous line from the song &lt;em&gt;"Fever".  &lt;/em&gt;How many though know the true story of Pocahontas?  Click on link below to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apva.org/history/pocahont.html"&gt;http://www.apva.org/history/pocahont.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jnewswire.com/library/article.php?articleid=676"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112574293186121062?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112574293186121062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112574293186121062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112574293186121062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112574293186121062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/09/captain-smith-and-pocahontas-true.html' title='&quot;Captain Smith and Pocahontas...&quot; - The True Story'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112560572760049626</id><published>2005-09-01T20:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:15:27.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabethan Clothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ninyamikhaila.com/Images/elizabethan/helenbodiessmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elizabethan ladies underwear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can dress an Elizabethan lady with your mouse here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.historyonthenet.com/Tudors/dress_the_elizabethan.htm"&gt;http://www.historyonthenet.com/Tudors/dress_the_elizabethan.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And details of her outfit, right down to her underclothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://costume.dm.net/"&gt;http://costume.dm.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112560572760049626?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112560572760049626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112560572760049626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112560572760049626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112560572760049626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/09/elizabethan-clothing.html' title='Elizabethan Clothing'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112551517076807024</id><published>2005-08-31T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:06:10.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Roman Women and their Hair</title><content type='html'>The very complicated hairstyles for women in ancient Rome, didn't really arrive until the era of the Flavian emperors, after AD 69.  Until then the hairstyles were pretty simple, with the hair being parted in the middle, then pulled back and tied up into a bun.  Small ornaments were sometimes placed in the hair, depending on the occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most Roman women had dark Mediterranean looks, fair hair was widely admired and coveted and therefore substances to lighten the hair were extremely popular.  The most commonly used of these were Batavian foam and soap tablets from Wiesbaden or Mainz - made of goat fat and beechwood ash.  They also used henna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112551517076807024?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112551517076807024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112551517076807024&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112551517076807024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112551517076807024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/roman-women-and-their-hair.html' title='Roman Women and their Hair'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112543497137821327</id><published>2005-08-30T21:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:54:15.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaucer and the Devils's Arse</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://newman.baruch.cuny.edu/info_resources/subjects/literature/images/chaucer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chaucer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey Chaucer became one of the greatest figures in English medieval literature. He lived towards the end of the 14th Century and was Richard II's court poet. Satire was very much encouraged in Richard's court, so Chaucer was able to use his talent in order to talk of the corruption within the Church. He most famously wrote of a friar, who having been accompanied down to hell by an angel, commented with pleasure that he could not see any other friars there, assuming they were obviously all in heaven. The angel was very quick to correct him on that assumption and so he got hold of Satan and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Hold up thy tail thy Satanas' said he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Show forth thine arse and let the friar see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the nest of friars in this place!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ere that half a furlong way of space&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right so as bees come swarming from the hive,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of the devil's arse began to drive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twenty thousand friars in a route.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And throughout hell they swarmed all about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And came again as fast as they may gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in his arse they crept in every John!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From &lt;em&gt;The Summoner's Prologue&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, when Richard II was overthrown and Henry IV took the throne with the help of Thomas Arundel, the Archbishop of Canterbury, Chaucer dissapeared without a trace. To this day we do not know what happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For purists click on link for the real Old English version: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/chaucer/canterbury/9/"&gt;http://www.online-literature.com/chaucer/canterbury/9/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112543497137821327?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112543497137821327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112543497137821327&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112543497137821327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112543497137821327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/chaucer-and-devilss-arse.html' title='Chaucer and the Devils&apos;s Arse'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112533144861987771</id><published>2005-08-29T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:04:08.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In Ancient Rome the Clothes Maketh the Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.vroma.org/~bmcmanus/tunic_senator.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senatorial tunic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient Rome, your clothes not only showed your status in society but also pinpointed exactly which layer of it you were positioned in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;em&gt;eques &lt;/em&gt;(knight) would be a man who was basicaly able to provide 400,000 sesterces to buy his way into this rank. To be an equastrian was to be next to the senatorial class, but not quite there, if you see what I mean. This man would wear a thick gold ring to indicate his status and his white tunic had a narrow garnet-coloured stripe on it, what the Romans called purple. This stripe was called &lt;em&gt;the augustus clavus&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The top rank was of course the senatorial one. The senator's tunic, also white, had a broad Roman purple stripe on it, the&lt;em&gt; latus clavus. &lt;/em&gt;His shoes had a crescent on them. The magistrate, although also a senator, even though he too wore a crescent, had slighlty higher soles in order to be distinguished from the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important indicator of status was the length of a man's tunic. The longer the tunic, the higher the status implied. A slave or soldier wore a short tunic, while a senator or knight wore his right down to his ankles and sometimes a little below them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See links below for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vroma.org/~bmcmanus/clothing.html"&gt;Roman clothing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.classicsunveiled.com/romel/html/clothmen.html"&gt;Men's clothing in ancient Rome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112533144861987771?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112533144861987771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112533144861987771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112533144861987771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112533144861987771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-ancient-rome-clothes-maketh-man.html' title='In Ancient Rome the Clothes Maketh the Man'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112521460453604055</id><published>2005-08-28T08:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T08:36:44.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adulterated food in Victorian London</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.scienceonestop.com/kitpot_images/20_1%20-%20pans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copper cooking pans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victorian food was notoriously adulterated. Probably the most widespread of these adulterations was the addition of chalk to bread, used to whiten it. As flour was expensive, many times the bread would have a fair amount of potato flour in it, as this was cheap. Alum would also be added. This enabled cheaper, inferior quality flour to be used in the process of breadmaking.&lt;br /&gt;Of course bakers were known for kneading the bread with their bare feet and considering the fact that in Victorian times people were said to have washed their feet only every two or even three weeks, I would say this qualifies as adulteration of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1860 the Act for Preventing the Adulteration of Articles of Articles of Food and Drink was passed. However, this act was optional and it was up to the local authority to decide whether they wanted to comply with it or not. One can imagine this was not very effective. A contemporary account informs us that by 1869 nothing had come of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking was done in copper pans, which in itself could be extremely dangerous, leading to severe cases of copper poisoning. Of course, to counteract this, the inside of the pan was lined with tin so the food would have no contact with the copper. The downside to this was the fact that the tin layer wore off quite easily with repeated use and cleaning.  Of course, the well to do could afford to have the pans re-lined with tin when this happened, but the poor could not, a fact that presented dire consequences on their health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112521460453604055?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112521460453604055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112521460453604055&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112521460453604055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112521460453604055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/adulterated-food-in-victorian-london.html' title='Adulterated food in Victorian London'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112499430440389478</id><published>2005-08-25T19:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:29:37.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seneca on Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://sapiens.ya.com/webfilosofia/seneca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                               Seneca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seneca had a lot to say about life and in a letter to his friend Paulinus, he goes on to talk of those who are overcome by fear and therefore make their lives appear very short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But life is very short and anxious for those who forget the past, neglect the present and fear the future. When they come to the end of it, the poor wretches realize too late that for all this time they have been preoccupied in doing nothing. And the fact that they sometimes invoke death is no proof that their lives seem long. Their own folly afflicts them with restless emotions which hurl themselves upon the very things they fear…They lose the day waiting for the night and the night in fearing the dawn. Even their pleasures are uneasy and made anxious by various fears, and at the very height of their rejoicing the worrying thought steals over them: ‘How long will this last?’ This feeling has caused kings to bewail their power…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112499430440389478?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112499430440389478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112499430440389478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112499430440389478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112499430440389478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/seneca-on-life.html' title='Seneca on Life'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112491085306052757</id><published>2005-08-24T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T20:14:13.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Ancient Greeks Ate</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://wonderclub.com/WorldWonders/images/Parthenon.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Parthenon, Athens, Greece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to ancient Greek recipes, eating habits, etc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.greek-recipe.com/static/ancient/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112491085306052757?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112491085306052757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112491085306052757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112491085306052757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112491085306052757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-ancient-greeks-ate.html' title='What the Ancient Greeks Ate'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112480956445993588</id><published>2005-08-23T15:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T17:58:43.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Conditions - Past and Present</title><content type='html'>If you have ever thought you have the job from hell think again. Here's an interesting article on working conditions in late 18th and early 19th century Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sasked.gov.sk.ca/docs/history10/activity/unit2/u2act9sis.html"&gt;Working Conditions in Late 18th, and early 19th Century Britain.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, althought not history (yet), I can totally relate to this one! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkinglola.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-recruitment-agencies-suck.html"&gt;http://thinkinglola.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-recruitment-agencies-suck.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112480956445993588?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112480956445993588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112480956445993588&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112480956445993588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112480956445993588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/working-conditions-past-and-present.html' title='Working Conditions - Past and Present'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112472082354444312</id><published>2005-08-22T14:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:27:09.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Servilia Caepionis - Julius Caesar's Bold Mistress</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.white-history.com/refuting_rm/romans/cato01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cato the Younger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Servilia Caepionis was the half sister of Marcus Porcius Cato the Younger. She married a fairly insignificant man and her son, Brutus grw up to become one of Julius Caeasar's assassins.&lt;br /&gt;What she is most famous for however, is for being Julius Caesar's mistress. She was several years older than him but apparently he was very much taken with her and even bought her a priceless black pearl upon his return from the Gallic Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Servilia was a very bold woman and did not behave like a typical Roman mistress. She did not wait around for him. If she wanted to see Caesar she would make this known to him. Actually, this led to their affair becoming public. One day when Caesar was at the Senate a messenger came up to him with an urgent letter. It ws of course a love letter from Servilia, but of course Cato the Younger (her hafl brother) did not know this. As Caesar attempted to read Servilia's letter discreetly, Cato saw him acting in a secretive manner and accused him of conspiracy. When Caesar explained that the letter was from his mistress, Cato refused to believe him and demanded to see proof. Amist the argument Cato snatched the letter from Caesar's hands and read it. We do not know what the letter actually said but a contemporary account tells us that Cato was taken aback with disgust and did not say anything more. Shortly afterwards Servilia was divorced...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112472082354444312?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112472082354444312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112472082354444312&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112472082354444312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112472082354444312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/servilia-caepionis-julius-caesars-bold.html' title='Servilia Caepionis - Julius Caesar&apos;s Bold Mistress'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112455038634287667</id><published>2005-08-20T15:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T16:06:26.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage &amp; Sex for the Victorian Middle Class Woman</title><content type='html'>Most middle class women during the Victorian era, married by the time they were 25, the ideal age to commit oneself to matrimony being 20.  If they had not managed to attract a husband by the age of 30, they well and truly on the way to being left on the shelf, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage in the Victorian era, was usually very much a case of giving up the little independence a woman had in order to become her husband's servant.  It was also a means of securing financial security.  A writer &lt;em&gt;The Magazine of Domestic Economy &lt;/em&gt;in 1843, writes&lt;em&gt;:  "...to sell one's independence for gold is repugnant to all correct feeling.  It is too often done, notwithstanding that unhappiness is the secret or evident result.  We are no advocates for improvident marriages.  Love in a cottage is very delightful, but it must be a cottage ornee and if with a double coach house the love will be the more enduring."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the husband to be did not simply go into a marriage offering all material goods and getting nothing in return&lt;em&gt;.  &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt;A gentleman will often give his daughter a dowry amounting to no more than hi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;s eldest son's future income for one year..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ideal marriage was one in which the woman stayed at home, taking care of it, and making everything nice for when her husband came back after a tiring day of earning the family's income.  The perfect wife was not supposed to ever trouble her husband with talk of domestic troubles, or worries about the children;  she was expected to deal with all that on her own and present an image of surrender, piety and sumbission to her husband / master.  When and if he wanted to have sexual intercourse she would have been expected to make herself available at once, but of course she was never supposed to desire or even want sex.  Oh no, the moddest Victorian lady was to be devoid of sexual needs - her own gratification was a completely allien and unheard of concept, even to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 1857 divorce could not be obtained without a private Act of Parliament, so marriage was pretty binding...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112455038634287667?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112455038634287667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112455038634287667&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112455038634287667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112455038634287667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/marriage-sex-for-victorian-middle.html' title='Marriage &amp; Sex for the Victorian Middle Class Woman'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112430656571693929</id><published>2005-08-17T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:24:59.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie Antoinette and Count Fersen</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ladyreading.net/marieantoinette/small/s_fersen5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.authorama.com/files/marie-antoinette.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.france-pittoresque.com/rois-france/img/louis-XVI.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menage a trois - Fersen on the top, Louis on the bottom and Marie Antoinette centre of attraction...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Louis the XVI was not one of the most fascinating men in history. In fact he was rather boring, as the entries below from a section of his diary show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday, 13—&amp;shy;Left Versailles. Supper and slept at Compignee, at the house of M. de Saint-Florentin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday, 14—&amp;shy;Interview with Mme. la Dauphine.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 15—&amp;shy;Supped at La Muette. Slept at Versailles.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 16—&amp;shy;My marriage. Apartment in the gallery. Royal banquet in the Salle d’Opera.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 17—&amp;shy;Opera of “Perseus.”&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 18—&amp;shy;Stag-hunt. Met at La Belle Image. Took one.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 19—&amp;shy;Dress-ball in the Salle d’Opera. Fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 31—&amp;shy;I had an indigestion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was Louis incredibly boring but he also had little or no interest in sex. It is not surprising therefore, that his wife, Queen Marie Antoinette soon saught to be fulfilled elsewhere. It is said that after four years of marriage the only intimacy between when Louis had given her a peck on the cheek. Hot stuff indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the young Swedish Count Axel von Fersen came to the French court, full of adoration for Marie Antoinette, it was not long before the two were lovers. The affair was intense. Wherever and whenever they could meet they did. Fersen was not yet 20 years old, his passion was ardent and he could scarcely hide it. They were crazy about each other...&lt;br /&gt;When the Queen of France gave birth to a princess, tongues started wagging as the king's brother, the Comte de Provence, who hated her, made a vicious comment in church while the infant was about to be baptized.&lt;br /&gt;The grand almoner, who presided, asked;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What name shall be given to this child?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The Comte de Provence answered in a sneering tone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Oh, we don’t begin with that. The first thing to find out is who the father and the mother are!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, a Swedish envoy had sent the following report to the King of Sweden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I must confide to your majesty that the young Count Fersen has been so well received by the queen that various persons have taken it amiss. I own that I am sure that she has a liking for him. I have seen proofs of it too certain to be doubted. During the last few days the queen has not taken her eyes off him, and as she gazed they were full of tears. I beg your majesty to keep their secret to yourself."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fersen was horrified that his goddess should be subjected to such gossip and in order to protect her reputation he decided to leave and join the French army going to America to fight Lafayette. He went to great pains to protect his love's reputation, even spreading rumours that he was about to marry a young Swedish woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie Antoinette was devastated and unconsolable. Fersen was away for three years. Inevitably he was still to be by her side. In 1791 as things were looking tough for the Royal Family, he helped to smuggle the King, Queen and their children to Varennes. However this plan failed and the Royal Family were imprisoned. Fersen did all he could to help the love of his life but it was all in vain and in the end she was sent to the guillotine. Fersen lived on and returned to Sweden where he became a succesful statesman. His death was not pleasant; he was trampled and beaten to death by an angry crowd after untrue rumours were spread that he was implicated in the poisoning of the Crown Prince. It was June 1810 and he was 55 years old. Marie Antoinette was the only woman he ever loved, until the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112430656571693929?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112430656571693929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112430656571693929&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112430656571693929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112430656571693929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/marie-antoinette-and-count-fersen.html' title='Marie Antoinette and Count Fersen'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112421496304214935</id><published>2005-08-16T18:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T18:56:03.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiberius and Freedom of Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pbs.org/empires/romans/images/tiberius.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiberius&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emperor Tiberius is not known for his support of democratic values. However, Suetonius has an interesting, if not amusing account of his attitude to people who said bad things about him or his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was, moreover, quite unperturbed by abuse, slander, or lampoons on himself and his family and would often say that liberty to speak and think as one pleases is the test of a free country. When the Senate asked that those who had offended in this way should be brought to book, he replied: 'We cannot spare the time to undertake any such new enterprise. Open that window and you will let in such a rush of denunciations as to waste your whole working day; everyone will take this opportunity of airing some private feud.' A remarkably modest statement of his is recorded in the 'Proceedings of the Senate': 'If So-and-so challenges me, I shall lay before you a careful account of what I have said and done; if that does not satisfy him, I shall reciprocate his dislike of me.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112421496304214935?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112421496304214935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112421496304214935&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112421496304214935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112421496304214935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/tiberius-and-freedom-of-speech.html' title='Tiberius and Freedom of Speech'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112413843006293780</id><published>2005-08-15T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:40:31.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret meanings of Elizabethan salads</title><content type='html'>The Elizabethans liked to give secret meanings to their salads.  Therefore, each vegetable / ingredient, was used to convey a specific message. &lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of the most common meanings associated with some of the most widely used ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asparagus:  Renewing of love&lt;br /&gt;Borage:  You make me glad&lt;br /&gt;Bugloss:  I am pleased with you&lt;br /&gt;Scallion:  I love you not&lt;br /&gt;Cabbage lettuce:  Your love feedeth me&lt;br /&gt;Bitter lettuce:  I love you not&lt;br /&gt;Olives:  Your love annoyeth me&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary flowers:  I accept your love&lt;br /&gt;Winter savory:  I offer you my love&lt;br /&gt;Radish:  Pardon me&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries:  I am altogether yous&lt;br /&gt;Raspberries:  Come again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112413843006293780?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112413843006293780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112413843006293780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112413843006293780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112413843006293780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/secret-meanings-of-elizabethan-salads.html' title='The secret meanings of Elizabethan salads'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112404513441193868</id><published>2005-08-14T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:45:34.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More Thoughts from Marcus Aurelius</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Withdraw into yourself.  Our master-reason asks no more than to act justly and thereby to achieve calm."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do away with all fancies.  Cease to be passion's puppet.  Limit time to the present.  Learn to recognize every experienec for what it is, whether it be your own or another's.  Divide and classify the objects of sense into cause and matter.  Meditate upon your last hour.  Leave your neighbour's wrong-doing to rest with him who initiated it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fix your thought closely on what is being said and let your mind enter fully into what is being done and into what is doing it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Vex not thy spirit at the course of things; They heed not thy vexation."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112404513441193868?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112404513441193868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112404513441193868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112404513441193868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112404513441193868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-thoughts-from-marcus-aurelius.html' title='More Thoughts from Marcus Aurelius'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112394687007493724</id><published>2005-08-13T16:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T19:10:53.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying Poor in Victorian London</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://web.comhem.se/~u13115096/Bilder/Engels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friedrich Engels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live in Victorian London was very grim indeed, but to die there was a pretty nasty business too. Friedrich Engels, in his &lt;em&gt;The Condition of the Working Class in England &lt;/em&gt;wrote about this in horrific detail, based on his experiences between November 1842 and August 1844.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The corpses of the poor have no better fate than the carcases of animals. The pauper burial ground at St. Bride's is a piece of open marshland which has been used since Charles II's day and there are heaps of bones all over the place. Every Wednesday the remains of dead paupers are thrown into a hole which is 14 feet deep. A clergyman gabbles through the burial service and then the grave is filled with loose soil. On the following Wednesday the ground is opened again and this goes on until it is completely full. The whole neighbourhood is infected by the dreadful stench from this burial ground."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112394687007493724?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112394687007493724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112394687007493724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112394687007493724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112394687007493724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/dying-poor-in-victorian-london.html' title='Dying Poor in Victorian London'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112384091158983021</id><published>2005-08-12T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:01:51.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie Duplessis:  The Ultimate Courtesan</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://gutenberg.spiegel.de/autoren/bilder/dumas-f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alexandre Dumas fils&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 5th 1847 Marie Duplessis, the notorious Parisian courtesan, inspiration for Dumas’s Camille and Verdi’s La Traviata, died of tuberculosis. She was only 23 years old. Most of fashionable Paris showed up at her funeral. Charles Dickens was amongst the crowd who attended the funeral. He commented: “One could have believed that Marie was Jeanne d’Arc or some other national heroine, so profound was the general sadness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later, Alexandre Dumas the younger, wrote La Dame aux Camelias. Dumas had had an affair with Marie, between 1844 and 1845 and much of the story is based on this experience, so when the novel was published people read it as fact and not fiction. Their affair had been a subject of gossip amongst Parisian high society. The novel of course became extremely successful .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the novel was rather far way from the truth. Marie Duplessis (borne Alphonsine Plessis) had a very unpleasant life. She did not die in the arms of her lover but alone and in agony. Born in rural Normandy, when she was around 13 years old her father sold her into prostitution. By the time she came to Paris she was 15 and started a career as a courtesan (a high class, well paid prostitute). Although she accumulated many of the trappings of status and wealth she died steeped in debts and all her belongings, even her pet parrot, were auctioned off in an effort to pay these off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112384091158983021?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112384091158983021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112384091158983021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112384091158983021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112384091158983021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/marie-duplessis-ultimate-courtesan.html' title='Marie Duplessis:  The Ultimate Courtesan'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112374789291529777</id><published>2005-08-11T09:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T09:11:32.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invention of the Seven-Day Week &amp; Related Trivia</title><content type='html'>As I have been asked about the invention of the seven-day week and when that was (the Assyrian's invented it by the way), please see link below, which provides lots of information on that and related issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wfu.edu/~moran/planets_y_powers.html"&gt;http://www.wfu.edu/~moran/planets_y_powers.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112374789291529777?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112374789291529777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112374789291529777&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112374789291529777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112374789291529777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/invention-of-seven-day-week-related.html' title='The Invention of the Seven-Day Week &amp; Related Trivia'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112362036539936533</id><published>2005-08-09T21:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T21:46:05.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Medieval Recipes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.psu.edu/dept/medieval/resizedcooking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The followng links offer a rich variety of original, Medieval recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/BlackTauna/recipes.html"&gt;http://members.tripod.com/BlackTauna/recipes.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bitwise.net/~ken-bill/med-p1.htm"&gt;http://www.bitwise.net/~ken-bill/med-p1.htm&lt;/a&gt; (these have been 'adapted for the modern cook'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112362036539936533?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112362036539936533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112362036539936533&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112362036539936533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112362036539936533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/medieval-recipes.html' title='Medieval Recipes'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112352602248123609</id><published>2005-08-08T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:33:42.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Julius Caesar and his Calendar</title><content type='html'>In 45 BC Julius Caesar decreed a new calendar, based on the 365-da year as calculated by Sosigenes of Alexandria.  However, Sosigenes's year had an extra quarter of a day to it so he cleverly added an extra day in the end of February for every fourth year, which was called &lt;em&gt;bis-secto-kalendae&lt;/em&gt;.  Caesar, via the Senate, also changed the name of the month of &lt;em&gt;Quintilis&lt;/em&gt; to 'July' (in later years the month of &lt;em&gt;Sextilis&lt;/em&gt; was renamed 'August' in order to honour Augustus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 4th century AD Constantine the Great added the seven-day week to the calendar (he was inspired by the book of Genesis), while in 1582 Pope Gregory XIII adjusted the calendar, so it was from then on known as the Gregorian calendar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112352602248123609?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112352602248123609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112352602248123609&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112352602248123609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112352602248123609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/julius-caesar-and-his-calendar.html' title='Julius Caesar and his Calendar'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112343862137060206</id><published>2005-08-07T18:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T20:50:09.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'Baby-farmers' in Victorian London</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://kittensinunderpants.com/i/1/oliver_twist_begging.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Dickensian Life - Oliver Twist epitomizes the life of an abandoned child in Victorian London&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wealth of information on the lives of London's poor during the Victorian era, can be found in Mayhew's &lt;em&gt;London Labour and the London Poor.&lt;/em&gt; Contraception was not really understood or practiced in those days, so inevitably the poor would have children which many times they were not able to look after. Some were so poor they could not let their children out to play because they had no clothes for them. Thus we have the story of one mother, whose kids got out onto the street wearing nothing but some bits from an old sack. Parents were many times in prison, in the workhouse or dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'baby-farmer' was sort of like a baby-sitter but with a more sinister twist. While the parents or single mother worked, the children would be entrusted to the 'baby-farmer' to be looked after, for a fee of course. One tragic story tells of a mother who earning 6s and 3s a week making paper bags, put her baby in the care of one of these, paid her 4s and 6d , only to find out after a while that her baby had died because the carer was a drunk and did not look after the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the newspapers of the time there could often be found adverts such as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Adoption: A person wishing a lasting and comfortable home for a young child of either sex will find this is a good opportunity. Advertisers having no children of their own are about to proceed to America. Premium £15"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for a fee of £12 to £15 these 'baby-farmers' would relieve the parents of all responsibility for the child. The newly 'adopted' children were usually disposed of as soon as was practically possible; they were either murdered or taken to some other part of London, where they were abandoned and left to fend for themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112343862137060206?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112343862137060206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112343862137060206&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112343862137060206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112343862137060206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/baby-farmers-in-victorian-london.html' title='&apos;Baby-farmers&apos; in Victorian London'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112340210607381377</id><published>2005-08-07T08:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T09:08:30.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Salaries &amp; Wages in Victorian Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://radio.weblogs.com/0113064/images/2002/12/15/cheapside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Victorian City of London &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9s a week was a milk-woman's wage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10s 6d was what a dentist charged for 2 fillings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16s was the top wage of a woman operating a sewing machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;£1 per week was what the average coffee-stall keeper, general labourer or female copy clerk in the City earned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With £4 being the minimum cost of a funeral, life cannot have been easy for the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A live-in maid would earn £6 a year while a general servant would make £16 annually.&lt;br /&gt;A full set of false teeth cost £21, which probably meant that all the above went about toothless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A buttler would make £42 per annum while a clerk at the Post Office took home £90 a year.&lt;br /&gt;Now, an Anglican parson could probably get his false teeth as he got £140 a year, whereas teh Governor of the Bank of England, with an annual income of £400 could afford a twelve coffin vault in Highgate Cemetary for £136 10s, if he saved enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A box in the The Royal Opera House was out of reach for most people as it cost £8,000, except for people like the Duke of Bedford, who saved £100,000 a year and Lord Derby, whose income was £150,000. However, the Duke of Westminster's annual income topped them all at a cool £250,000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112340210607381377?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112340210607381377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112340210607381377&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112340210607381377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112340210607381377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/salaries-wages-in-victorian-times.html' title='Salaries &amp; Wages in Victorian Times'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112331677449496217</id><published>2005-08-06T09:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T09:26:27.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Winston Churchill's Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.havanaflights.com/images-cuba-hotels/hotel-nacional-cuba-winston-churchill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clementine and Winston after many years of marriage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill's letter to his wife Clementine below, really sums up the mature love which succeeds romantic love and passion in a long marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;January 23, 1935 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling Clemmie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your letter from Madras you wrote some words very dear to me, about my having enriched your life. I cannot tell you what pleasure this gave me, because I always feel so overwhelmingly in your debt, if there can be accounts in love.... What it has been to me to live all these years in your heart and companionship no phrases can convey.Time passes swiftly, but is it not joyous to see how great and growing is the treasure we have gathered together, amid the storms and stresses of so many eventful and to millions tragic and terrible years?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your loving husband (Winston Churchill)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112331677449496217?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112331677449496217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112331677449496217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112331677449496217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112331677449496217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/winston-churchills-love-letter.html' title='Winston Churchill&apos;s Love Letter'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112318382911719718</id><published>2005-08-04T20:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T20:30:29.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudor Love of Sweet Spiced Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.beauregardvineyards.com/html/images/beauranch-picmain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last decade the English have developed a taste for wine and are now said to consume more wine than the French. In Tudor times however, wine was a favourite drink, especially a type of very sweet wine made in the Mediterranean, most notably in the Greek town of Monemvasia and certain parts of Cyprus. The secret was in the fact that the grapes, although ripe in the end of July, were not picked until September. They would then dry them out a bit for 3 days, after which they would squeeze the juice out of them, put it in jars, which were then buried. The contents would ferment and the end product would be an extremely sweet wine, which was very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tudors often liked their wine to be spiced, an example of which was &lt;em&gt;Hippocras&lt;/em&gt; which had been drunk since the Middle Ages. The spices used were usually a mixture of ginger, cloves and to nutmeg, to which they would also add 4lb of sugar per gallon of wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112318382911719718?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112318382911719718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112318382911719718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112318382911719718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112318382911719718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/tudor-love-of-sweet-spiced-wine.html' title='Tudor Love of Sweet Spiced Wine'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112309163039828878</id><published>2005-08-03T18:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T18:53:50.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More from Marcus Aurelius...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"When force of circumstance upsets your equanimity, lose no time in recovering your self-control and do not remain out of tune longer than you can help.  Habitual recurrence to the harmony will increase your mastery of it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To see the things of the present moment is to see all that is now, all that has been since time began and all that shall be unto the world's end; for all things are of one kind and one form."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No one can stop you living according to the laws of your own personal nature, and nothing can happen to you against the laws of the World-Nature."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112309163039828878?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112309163039828878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112309163039828878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112309163039828878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112309163039828878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-from-marcus-aurelius.html' title='More from Marcus Aurelius...'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112299434134297747</id><published>2005-08-02T14:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T08:20:20.670Z</updated><title type='text'>The Seductive Lady Hamilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ashton-dennis.org/year01/emma_1785.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady Hamilton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lady Hamilton was born Emma Lyon, in Cheshire, England on the 26th April 1765. As the daughter of a blacksmith she didn't have the necessary background to mix with polite society. However, she was determined to do so and so she polished up her act, changed her name to Emma Hart and went off to London. By 1782 she had already become notorious as the mistress to several influential men. A rumour even went round that she had had an illegitimate child with Sir Harry Featherstonehaugh. The girl was apparently named Emma Carew and sent off to live in Wales for the rest of her life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was living with Charles Francis Greville when he sent her to Italy to be the mistress of his uncle, Sir Wiliam Hamilton, in exchange for a cancellation of his debts. Hamilton was a diplomat. He fell for Emma and they were married in 1791.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After having become a close friend of Queen Marie Caroline of Naples, she met Nelson in 1793. Now Nelson was no handsome young guy. In fact he had lost his teeth, an arm, could hardly walk and was ravaged by bouts of coughing. It is said that when Lady Hamilton first saw Nelson she fainted. However, the two soon got on intimate terms with each other. Nelson was a war hero so Sir William Hamilton did not object to his wife lavishing her attentions on him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In January 1801 Emma gave birth to Horatia Nelson Tompson and when her husband died in 1803 she lived openly with Nelson until his death in 1805. By 1813 she had spent all her inheritance and was deeply in debt. Nelson had left instructions to the government to look after Emma after his death, but these were ignored, so she died in Calais an alcoholic in 1815.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112299434134297747?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112299434134297747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112299434134297747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112299434134297747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112299434134297747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/seductive-lady-hamilton.html' title='The Seductive Lady Hamilton'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112289273645902847</id><published>2005-08-01T11:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T11:38:56.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient Roman Recipes</title><content type='html'>A variety of Roman recipes on this website.  (Please click on link below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.romans-in-britain.org.uk/arl_roman_recipes_upper_classes.htm"&gt;http://www.romans-in-britain.org.uk/arl_roman_recipes_upper_classes.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112289273645902847?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112289273645902847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112289273645902847&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112289273645902847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112289273645902847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/08/ancient-roman-recipes.html' title='Ancient Roman Recipes'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112273792249305161</id><published>2005-07-30T16:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T14:51:40.216Z</updated><title type='text'>The assassination of Julius Caesar</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.info-antike.de/julcaes.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 15th March 44 B.C (Ides of March), Julius Caesar was assassinated. Suetonius, not surprisingly, gives us a detailed account of those events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As soon as Caesar took his seat the conspirators crowded around him as if to pay their respects. Tillius Cimber, who had taken the lead, came up close, pretending to ask a question. Caesar made a gesture of postponment, but Cimber caught hold of his shoulders. 'This is violence!' Caesar cried, and at that moment, as he turned away, one of the Casca brothers with a sweep of his dagger stabbed him just below the throat. Caesar grasped Casca's arm and ran it through with his stylus; he was leaping away when another dagger blow stopped him. Confronted by a ring of drawn daggers, he drew the top of his gown over his face and at the same time ungirded the lower part, letting it fall to his feet so that he would die with both legs decently covered. Twenty-three dagger thrusts went home as he stood there. Caesar did not utter a sound after Casca's blow had drawn a groan from him; though some say that when he saw Marcus Brutus about to deliver the second blow, he reproached him in Greek with: 'You too my child?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The entire Senate then dispersed in confusion and Caesar was left lying dead for some time until three slave boys carried him home in a litter, with one arm hanging over the side."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112273792249305161?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112273792249305161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112273792249305161&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112273792249305161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112273792249305161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/assassination-of-julius-caesar.html' title='The assassination of Julius Caesar'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112272995773546300</id><published>2005-07-30T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T14:27:49.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcus Aurelius Observing</title><content type='html'>And some more from Marcus Aurelius' &lt;em&gt;Meditations&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never allow yourself to be swept off your feet: when an impulse stirs, see first that it will meet the claims of justice; when an impression forms, assure yourself first of its certainty."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do not copy the opinions of the arrogant, or let them dictate your own, but look at things in their true light."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Observe how all things are continually being born of change; teach yourself to see that Nature's highest happiness lies in changing the things that are, and forming new things after their kind. Whatever is, is in some sense the seed of what is to emerge from it. Nothing can become a philosopher less than to imagine that seed can only be something that is planted in the earth or the womb."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Observe carefully what guides the actions of the wise and what they shun or seek."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112272995773546300?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112272995773546300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112272995773546300&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112272995773546300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112272995773546300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/marcus-aurelius-observing.html' title='Marcus Aurelius Observing'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112266665108122451</id><published>2005-07-29T20:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T20:50:51.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pliny's Love Letter</title><content type='html'>The following love letter was written in 108 AD by Pliny the Younger to his third wife Calpurnia, when he was 47. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You cannot believe how much I miss you.  I love you so much and we are not used to separations.  So I stay awake most of the night thinking of you, and by day I find my feet carrying me (a true word, carrying) to your room at the times I usually visited you; then finding it empty I depart, as sick and sorrowful as a lover locked out."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112266665108122451?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112266665108122451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112266665108122451&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112266665108122451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112266665108122451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/plinys-love-letter.html' title='Pliny&apos;s Love Letter'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112254410267778305</id><published>2005-07-28T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T11:06:16.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The History of Tuberculosis (TB)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://gblx.cache.el-mundo.net/elmundosalud/documentos/2005/03/bacilo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mycobacterium tuberculosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that TB has been present since ancient times and has been one of the main causes of death throughout the ages. Examinations of parts of the spinal columm of Egyptian mummies from 2400 BC, show certain signs of the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official name for the cause of the disease is &lt;em&gt;Mycobacterium tuberculosis. &lt;/em&gt;Throughout the centuries it has had many names. The Ancient Greeks called it &lt;em&gt;phthisis&lt;/em&gt; (consumption). Around 460 BC Hippocrates identified the disease as the most widespread one of his time, noting that almost every case was fatal. He even advised his fellow doctors not to visit patients at the late stages of the disease as their death would be inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;During the 17th century the first pathological and anatomical decriptions of the disease appeared. Sylvius in 1679, was the first to identify the tubercles as a characteristic change occuring in the lungs and other areas of the patients' body. The earliest references to the infectiousness of the disease appear in Italian medical writings of the time. The Republic of Lucca issued an edict in 1699 which stated that &lt;em&gt;"henceforth, human health should no longer be endangered by objects remaining after the death of a consumptive. The names of the deceased should be reported to the authorities and measures undertaken for disinfection."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1720, the English doctor Benjamin Marten, was first to suspect that the disease might be caused by &lt;em&gt;"wonderfully minute living creatures"&lt;/em&gt;. He also warned against close contact with patients which would lead to spread of the disease.&lt;br /&gt;By the mid 1800s the sanatorium treatment was being introduced (exposure of the patient to plenty of fresh air and sun). Dr. Hermann Brehmer was the pioneer of this treatment after he went on a holiday to the Himalayas and found that when he returned home he was cured of the disease.&lt;br /&gt;In 1882 Robert Koch was the first to find a way to actually see the bacteria that cause tuberculosis. The enemy was now identified and the war could begin.&lt;br /&gt;While sanatoria continued to spread like wildfire throughout Europe and the United States, significant progress was made. The invetion of X-ray in 1895 by Wilhelm Konrad von Rontgen meant that patients progress could now be monitored at a very detailed level. In the early part of the 20th century the BCG vaccine was discovered. This is still used today. The final and decisive breakthrough came during the middle of World War II, when streptomycin&lt;br /&gt;was discovered and the bacterium which had plagued humanity for thousands of years could now be crushed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112254410267778305?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112254410267778305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112254410267778305&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112254410267778305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112254410267778305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/history-of-tuberculosis-tb.html' title='The History of Tuberculosis (TB)'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112248054816076448</id><published>2005-07-27T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T11:08:26.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beethoven and his Immortal Beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.carolinaclassical.com/articles/beethoven.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love letters always fascinate me. Here's one from Beethoven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - Yes, unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - At my age I need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once - Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever thine&lt;br /&gt;ever mine&lt;br /&gt;ever ours&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112248054816076448?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112248054816076448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112248054816076448&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112248054816076448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112248054816076448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/beethoven-and-his-immortal-beloved.html' title='Beethoven and his Immortal Beloved'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112237747159962223</id><published>2005-07-26T12:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:31:11.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christine de Pisan</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.bl.uk/services/learning/curriculum/medrealms/images/t2imagesource3depisan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine de Pisan, was one of the most important figures in medieval literature. Most notably, she was the first woman to make a living from writing and is considered by many to be the first feminist in history as she was the first to denounce women’s inferior position in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine was born in Venice in 1364. Her father was an astrologer and when she was five years old he took her to live in France, where he became astrologer to King Charles V. Christine spent the rest of her life in France.&lt;br /&gt;Due to her father’s privileged position at court, she was able to be socialise in court circles and was educated. At the age of fifteen she was married off to Estienne de Castel, a man who subsequently became the court secretary. Ten years later, at the age of 25 she was widowed and having no other means to support herself and her three children she turned to writing. It was a long shot but unlike any other woman of her time she became successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine wrote poetry and prose. She focused on love and the plight of women in society. Amongst her prose works the better known ones are &lt;em&gt;‘The Book of the City of Ladies’&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;‘The&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Book of Three Virtues’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1415 she retired to a convent and in 1429 decided to write a biography of Joan of Arc, ‘Le Ditie de Jeanne d’ Arc’. Not long after that she died, but we do not know exactly when or how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a poem to her son, Christine offers her advice on life, love and the tribulations ahead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have no great fortune, my son,To make you rich. In place of one Here are some lessons I have learned--the finest things I've ever earned.&lt;br /&gt;Before the world has borne you far, Try to know people as they are. Knowing that will help you take The path that keeps you from mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Pity anyone who is poor And stands in rags outside your door Help them when you hear them cry! Remember that you, too will die.&lt;br /&gt;Love those who have love for you And keep your enemy in view: Of allies none can have too many, Small enemies there are not any. Never lose what the good Lord gave To this, our world too much enslaved: The foolish rush to end their lives. Only the steadfast soul survives."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112237747159962223?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112237747159962223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112237747159962223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112237747159962223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112237747159962223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/christine-de-pisan.html' title='Christine de Pisan'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112229955273638343</id><published>2005-07-25T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:52:32.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Interiors and Furniture in Ancient Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.classicsunveiled.com/romel/html/intdecor.html"&gt;http://www.classicsunveiled.com/romel/html/intdecor.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112229955273638343?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112229955273638343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112229955273638343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112229955273638343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112229955273638343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/interiors-and-furniture-in-ancient.html' title='Interiors and Furniture in Ancient Rome'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112220046296938876</id><published>2005-07-24T11:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T11:23:31.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Books in Ancient Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.nationalgeographic.com/3cities/images/papyrus-scrolls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bucket of scrolls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printing did not exist in the ancient world so books were all hadwritten. There was no such thing as paper made of wood pulp either, so papyrus was used, a sheet made of processed papyrus reeds which grew in the Nile region of Egypt. Papyrus was indeed one of Egypt's most important exports.&lt;br /&gt;Papyrus was expensive and it came in several gradings according to quality. A encyclopaedia from around 70 A.D. lists these as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grade 1: the Emperor Augustus's own, the finest of all, favoured above all for letter-writing &lt;/em&gt;(these were 13-inch sheets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grade 2: His wife Livia's own &lt;/em&gt;(also 13 inches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grade 3: priestly, reserved for Egyptian sacred texts &lt;/em&gt;(10-inch sheets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grade 4: amphitheatre papyrus, amde at Rome in Fannius' workshop under the amphitheatre and extremely thin &lt;/em&gt;(9-inch sheets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grade 5: Saite, named after an Egyptian town with low quality papyrus beds &lt;/em&gt;(less than 9 inches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grade 6: Taeneotic, named after another Egyptian town, sold by weight, not quality &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grade 7: traders', no good for writing on, used for wrapping bundles of finer papyrus or other merchandise &lt;/em&gt;(less than 6-inch sheets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a nobleman, if you wished to borrow a particular literary work from someone, you would obtain the said scrolls and have your slaves copy them all.&lt;br /&gt;The shape of the book we would recognise today was called a &lt;em&gt;codex&lt;/em&gt; and was mainly used to bind documents and was not widely in use.&lt;br /&gt;As for the scrolls, each individual one could not hold a large amount of text so a book would be conprised of a bucket of several scrolls, depending on the size of the work of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112220046296938876?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112220046296938876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112220046296938876&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112220046296938876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112220046296938876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/books-in-ancient-rome.html' title='Books in Ancient Rome'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112215444828573926</id><published>2005-07-23T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T14:48:03.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Marcus Aurelius on Gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.christusrex.org/www1/vaticano/GP-Marcus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do not waste what remains of your life in speculating about your neighbours, unless with a view to some mutual benefit. To wonder what so-and-so is doing and why, or what he is saying, or thinking, or scheming...means a loss of opportunity for some other task."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112215444828573926?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112215444828573926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112215444828573926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112215444828573926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112215444828573926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/marcus-aurelius-on-gossip.html' title='Marcus Aurelius on Gossip'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112206180395293900</id><published>2005-07-22T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T20:53:52.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Suetonius on Augustus's Looks and Phrase-coining</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://employees.oneonta.edu/farberas/arth/images/109images/roman/augustus/augustus_prima_head.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Augustus (aka Octavian)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suetonius describes what Augustus looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Augustus was remarkably handsome and of very graceful gait even as an old man;but negligent of his personal appearance...body and limbs so beautifully proportioned..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he always had bad hair days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He cared so little about his hair that, to save time, he would have two or three barbers working hurriedly on it together and meanwhile read or write something..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His countenance apparently had mysterious powers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He always wore so serene an expression, whether talking or in repose, that a Gallic chief once confessed to his compatriots: 'When granted an audience with the Emperor during his passage across the Alps I would have carried out my plan of hurling him over a cliff had not the sight of that tranquil face softened my heart; so I desisted.' "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Augustus's eyes were clear and bright and he liked to believe that they shone with a sort of divine radiance: it gave him profound pleasure if anyone at whom he glanced keenly dropped his head as though dazzled by looking into the sun."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently he coined his own phrases...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Augustus' everyday language must have contained many whimsical expressions of his own coinage, to judge from letters in his own handwriting. Thus he often wrote 'they will pay on the Greek Kalends' which meant 'never' - because the reckoning by Kalends is a purely Roman convention. Another of his favourite remarks: 'Let us be satisfied with this Cato!' - meaning that one should make the most of contemporary circumstances, however poorly they might compare with the past. He also had a favourite metaphor for swift and sudden actions: 'Quicker than boiled asparagus'."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112206180395293900?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112206180395293900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112206180395293900&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112206180395293900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112206180395293900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/suetonius-on-augustuss-looks-and.html' title='Suetonius on Augustus&apos;s Looks and Phrase-coining'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112197222916509638</id><published>2005-07-21T19:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T19:58:21.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Women in 18th Century London</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.underthesun.cc/pictures/Austen,Jane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is probably surprising to hear that career women existed in 18th century London. In fact, they dominated the business of clothes (the rag trade, as we would call it), they ran schools, they were dentists and silversmiths, wrote novels (think of Jane Austen) and books on being a good housewife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also some women who took to highway robbery.&lt;br /&gt;An account from 1763 tells of how a gentleman and his wife were ambushed on Harrow Road. One of them &lt;em&gt;"insisted the gentleman should do her a favour under a thick hedge"&lt;/em&gt;. The highway-woman's partner apparently got jealous and took the gentleman's wife under the other hedge for similar purposes. While the highway-woman was being 'entertained' by her captive, she heard the ticking of his watch and demanded that he surrender that to her as well, which he did &lt;em&gt;"with some reluctance"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112197222916509638?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112197222916509638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112197222916509638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112197222916509638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112197222916509638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/career-women-in-18th-century-london.html' title='Career Women in 18th Century London'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112188979136203729</id><published>2005-07-20T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:04:48.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Beef in Restoration London</title><content type='html'>Beef was the preferred meat in Restoration London - at least if you could afford it.&lt;br /&gt;The French Henri Misson, visiting England at the time, wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I always heard they were great fresh eaters and I found it true. I have known several people in England that never eat any bread and universally they eat very little: they nibble a few crumbs, while they chew the meat by whole mouthfuls. Generally speaking, the English tables are not delicately served...&lt;/em&gt;[they will have] &lt;em&gt;a piece of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;roast beef; another time they will have a piece of boiled beef and then they salt it some days beforehand and besiege it with five or six heaps of cabbage, carrots, turnips, or some other herbs or roots, well peppered and salted and swimming in butter."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was of course the day when it was &lt;em&gt;"...common practice to have a huge piece of roast beef of which they stuff till they can swallow no more and eat the rest cold, without any other victuals, the other six days of the week."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course buchers would not sell meat on a Sunday, the beef had to be purchased the day before. This meant that in hot summer weather the meat went smelly overnight. To delay the rotting of the meat, once brought home it would be dropped into a tub of brine (salt-water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a favourite recipe of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Beef Carbonadoed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steep your beef in claret wine, salt, pepper and nutmeg, then broil it on the embers, over a temperate and unsmoky fire. In the meantime, boil up the liquour wherein it was steeped and serve it for sauce with beaten butter."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuk...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112188979136203729?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112188979136203729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112188979136203729&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112188979136203729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112188979136203729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/eating-beef-in-restoration-london.html' title='Eating Beef in Restoration London'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112171906107692198</id><published>2005-07-18T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:37:41.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spit Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.tradehouse.no/CITY/London/Henry_VIII/henry-viii.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Henry VIII - excessive masticator&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, before you even think of it, this has nothing to do with spitting.&lt;br /&gt;Meat was the main part of an aristocrat's diet in Tudor times. In Henry VIII's time, at Hampton Court Palace, there were about 1,000 servants or more, depending on the times of year (there were more in the winter). There was a strict hierarchy amongst the servants and so even kitchen staff were divided into ranks. Around two-hundred or so people worked in the palace kitchen. At the very bottom of the kitchen staff hierarchy were the so called 'Spit Boys'. Their job was to turn the enormous iron spits used to roast the large quantities of meat. Their job was arduous and painful as they had to do this for hours on end. The spits were over big open fires which emanated alot of heat. These guys were not boys though, as the sheer size and weight of the loaded spits meant that no mere 'boy' could do this. The term 'boy' was used in a derogatory way.&lt;br /&gt;The spits were 2cm thick and almost 3 m long. There was a small alcove in which the 'Spit Boys' had to be in order to do their work, because the distance between them and the fire was the same as that of the meat and the fire. However, the high temperatures were almost unbearable and it is surprising that they were not called 'Cooked Boys'.&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, they had to be fully clothed. They had to get up at 4am to prepare the fire and then work solidly for the next six hours. There were no toilet breaks and the 'boys' were strictly forbidden to urinate in the fire.&lt;br /&gt;During Lent spit boys got to rest for a bit as nobody was allowed to eat meat during that time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112171906107692198?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112171906107692198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112171906107692198&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112171906107692198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112171906107692198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/spit-boys.html' title='The Spit Boys'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112161961017315731</id><published>2005-07-17T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:00:10.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pornography in 1660s London</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.todayinliterature.com/assets/portraits/p/samuel-pepys-190x280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samuel Pepys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no abundance of pornography in Samuel Pepys' London. If you wanted a porno book you had a long search to look forward to and when you eventually found it the likelihood would be that it was in French. Worse still, nine times out of ten it would not be illustrated. Only Aretino's &lt;em&gt;Postures&lt;/em&gt; (the title says it all really) was equiped with explicit illustrations, although the British Library copy has had these omitted...&lt;br /&gt;One of the most famous books of this kind was the &lt;em&gt;L'Ecole des Filles &lt;/em&gt;which described all kinds of situations, whereas the &lt;em&gt;Dialogue Betwwen Tullia and Octavia &lt;/em&gt;took the reader further, into the world of s&amp;amp;m, group sex and other such practices. &lt;em&gt;Rare Verities&lt;/em&gt; even went so far as to describe acts of bestiality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Pepys, not a man to shy away from the pleasures of the flesh, one day went into his bookseller's shop, where he saw a copy of &lt;em&gt;L'Ecole des Filles&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...I saw the French book which I did think to have had for my wife to translate...it was so bawdy and lewd..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he was ashamed to be seen reading it in the shop but eventually, after 3 weeks he managed to get the courage to buy it, in plain cover of course. He read it on a Sunday and wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...a lewd book, but what doth me no wrong to read for information sake."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having read it through and through he decided to burn it before his wife had a chance to read it.&lt;br /&gt;Several years later, in 1688, a printer and bookseller were prosecuted and fined for this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112161961017315731?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112161961017315731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112161961017315731&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112161961017315731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112161961017315731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/pornography-in-1660s-london.html' title='Pornography in 1660s London'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112150491030495924</id><published>2005-07-16T09:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T10:11:03.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Abelard's Eloise on Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://mnm.uib.es/gallir/presentacions/Caceres2004/abelard-heloise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Abelard and Heloise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most have heard of the tragic love story of Heloise and Abelard - (if not then please see my post in the May archives, dated May 6th).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heloise was unusually educated for a seventeen-year-old girl in the 12th century AD. Her favourite topic was philosophy. After she and Abelard had falled in love, she exchanged numerous letters with him on the nature of love, lost and the meaning of marriage (he wanted to marry her but she did not). Heloise was strongly opposed to the institution of marriage, arguing of &lt;em&gt;"...the basic impossibility of combining marriage and scholarship..."&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heloise was greatly influenced by her Classical studies and she often expressed her disdain for the idea of a woman giving up her independence in order to enter into a profitable marriage. She wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God is my witness that if Augustus, Emperor of the whole world, thought fit to honour me with marriage and conferred all the earth on me to possess for ever, it would be dearer and more honourable to me to be called not his Empress but your whore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A woman should realise that if &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she desires her husband more for his possessions than for himself, she is offering herself for sale. Certainly any woman who comes to marry through desires of this of this kind deserves wages, not gratitude, for clearly her mind is on the man's property and she would be ready to prostitute herself to a richer man, if she could."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-matter what Heloise thought of marrigae, Abelard was determined to marry her and so convinced her to secretly marry him in St. Aignan's church...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112150491030495924?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112150491030495924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112150491030495924&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112150491030495924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112150491030495924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/abelards-eloise-on-marriage.html' title='Abelard&apos;s Eloise on Marriage'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112144251005235654</id><published>2005-07-15T16:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T16:48:30.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiberius, Orgies and Debauchery</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.crimelibrary.com/graphics/photos/notorious_murders/classics/jesus_trial/3-3-Emperor-Tiberius,-bust-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiberius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suetonius has alot to tell us of Tiberius's sexual appetites. (The faint-hearted and sensitive should not read on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"On retiring to Capri he devised a pleasance for his secret orgies: teams of wantons of both sexes, selected as experts in deviant intercourse and dubbed analists, copulated before him in triple unions to excite his flagging passions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="43.2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its bedrooms were furnished with the most salacious paintings and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="p355"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;sculptures, as well as with an erotic library, in case a performer should need an illustration of what was required. Then in Capri's woods and groves he arranged a number of nooks of venery where boys and girls got up as Pans and nymphs solicited outside bowers and grottoes: people openly called this "the old goat's garden," punning on the island's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;He acquired a reputation for still grosser depravities that one can hardly bear to tell or be told, let alone believe. For example, he trained little boys (whom he termed tiddlers) to crawl between his thighs when he went swimming and tease him with their licks and nibbles; and unweaned babies he would put to his organ as though to the breast, being by both nature and age rather fond of this form of satisfaction. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="44.2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Left a painting of Parrhasius's depicting Atalanta pleasuring Meleager with her lips on condition that if the theme displeased him he was to have a million sesterces instead, he chose to keep it and actually hung it in his bedroom. The story is also told that once at a sacrifice, attracted by the acolyte's beauty, he lost control of himself and, hardly waiting for the ceremony to end, rushed him off and debauched him and his brother, the flute-player, too; and subsequently, when they complained of the assault, he had their legs broken.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112144251005235654?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112144251005235654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112144251005235654&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112144251005235654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112144251005235654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/tiberius-orgies-and-debauchery.html' title='Tiberius, Orgies and Debauchery'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112135813142292626</id><published>2005-07-14T17:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T17:22:11.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient Roman Dress</title><content type='html'>I think the following website pretty much says it all on the subject.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roman-empire.net/society/soc-dress.html"&gt;http://www.roman-empire.net/society/soc-dress.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112135813142292626?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112135813142292626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112135813142292626&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112135813142292626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112135813142292626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/ancient-roman-dress.html' title='Ancient Roman Dress'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112124716314704482</id><published>2005-07-13T09:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T10:32:43.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiberius Nero:   The Father of Emperor Tiberius</title><content type='html'>Tiberius Claudius Nero was nothing like his suspicious, tyrannical son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in 85 B.C.  he was a member of the Claudian family.  He was a supporter of Julius Caesar and after he had served as quaestor, Caesar sent him to command his fleet in the Alexandrian War.  Tiberius did very well and the battle was won so when he came back home to Rome, Caesar made him a priest (do not think of Christian-style priests, this is more of a political position) and then sent him off to set up colonies in the Roman provinces, mainly Gaul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Julius Caesar was assassinated, Tiberius called an amnesty in order to stop senators quarelling with each other and was later made praetor. &lt;br /&gt;As a supporter of Julius Caesar, he was on Mark Anthony's side and not Octavian's.  His dislike for Octavian was about to get worse though.  In either 43 or 42 B.C. Tiberius married Livia who was also his cousin (this may explain why Tiberius, Caligula, Claudius and Nero were all rather unhinged, so to speak, as they were all directly descended from his union with Livia). &lt;br /&gt;Having Octavian as an enemy forced him and his young wife to live a life on the run for three years.  When Livia got pregnant for the second time they decided to return to Rome with their 3-year-old son Tiberius (the future emperor).  However, when Octavian met Livia all hell broke loose as he fell madly in love with her and wanted to possess her by any means possible.  He made no point of hiding his passion for Livia and many scholars think she may indeed be the woman Suetonius says Octavian grabbed duing a banquet and dragged into a nearby room with great urgency.  The account says the woman's husband was present at the banquet but obviously Octavian's passion was so great that he did not care about this at all.  A while later, the woman is said to have emerged from the room in a dishevelled state and red with embarassement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Tiberius was now about to lose his wife.  It is thought that Octavian applied pressure on him to divorce Livia because on the very same day the couple got divorced, Octavian married her.   Shorlty afterwards, in January 38 B.C. Livia gave birth to her second son with Tiberius, Nero Claudius Drusus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 5 years until his death in 33 B.C Tiberius raised his sons on his own.  When he died the boys were sent to live with their mother and stepfather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112124716314704482?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112124716314704482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112124716314704482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112124716314704482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112124716314704482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/tiberius-nero-father-of-emperor.html' title='Tiberius Nero:   The Father of Emperor Tiberius'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112110769941996176</id><published>2005-07-11T19:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T19:48:19.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Duchess of Argyll and the Headless Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.biography-clarebooks.co.uk/usrimage/duchessargyll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1963 was a year of scandal for British politics. The Profumo case nearly brought the government down and as if that wasn't enough, Duncan Sandys, the son-in-law of Winston Churchill announced that he was going to resign because of some nasty rumours that had been spread about him. What where these rumours about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret, Duchess of Argyll, was the daughter of a Scottish millionaire. She was brought up in lavish surroundings and had all that she asked for. In the inter-war years she married a wealthy American stockbroker and several years later, during the war, she stepped into an empty lift shaft and suffered horrible injuries. Amazingly she recovered and was able to walk again. However, it was said that her personality had acquired a new trait; she had become utterly promiscuous. Her appetite was said to be insatiable. In 1947 she got a divorce. Shortly afterwars, she met Ian Campbell, the future Duke of Argyll. Margaret wanted a title and Ian needed her cash. The result was their marriage in 1951. Margaret embarked on numerous affairs, many of them simultaneously. The Duke became suspicious. In 1963 he went to her Mayfair flat, while she was away and serached her bedroom. There he found details of a multitude of affairs she had had and was having. She had written about them in her diaries apparently. As if that wasn't enough he also found a Polaroid camera and some photographs she had taken in her bathroom. They showed her wearing nothing but her pearl necklace while performing fellatio on a man. The photos showed him at different states of arousal and each one had a caption on it: &lt;em&gt;"before" - "thinking of you" - "during" - "oh" - "finished"&lt;/em&gt;, which are really self-explanatory. Upon searching even further, the Duke found more photographs of a man masturbating. The images were all headless.&lt;br /&gt;The Duke of Argyll filed for divorce. In court, he stated the name sof 88 men whom he felt his wife had taken as lovers. The Polaroid photos were used as evidence of Margaret's promiscuous behaviour and Duncan Sandys was rumoured to be either one or both of the men in the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prime Minister persuaded Sandys not to resign and had him sent off to a Harley street doctor in order to have his pubic hair examined. The doctor concluded that Sandy's pubic hair was not the same as that of the man in the photographs. He was in the clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 88 men were narrowed down to 5 and then requested to sign a visitors register. A graphologist was then deployed to establ;ish which one had written the notorious captions. The headless man proved to be teh American actor Douglas Fairbanks Junior, who was also married. Fairbanks never admitted he was the one but the Duke got his divorce. Margaret sank into poverty. Just before she died at teh age of 80, she told a friend: &lt;em&gt;"Of course, sweetie, the only Polaroid camera in the country at this time had been lent to the Ministry of Defence."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The said pictures had been taken in 1957 and at that time Duncan Sandys had been the Minister of Defence...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112110769941996176?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112110769941996176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112110769941996176&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112110769941996176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112110769941996176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/duchess-of-argyll-and-headless-men.html' title='The Duchess of Argyll and the Headless Men'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112102978816887682</id><published>2005-07-10T21:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:28:51.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Suetonius on the Death of Emperor Claudius</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.livius.org/a/1/emperors/claudius.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claudius&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Most people think that Claudius was poisoned; but when and by whom is disputed. Some say that the eunuch Halotus, his official taster, administered the drug while he was dining with the priests in the Citadel; others that Agrippina did so herself at a family banquet, poisoning a dish of mushrooms, his favourite food. An equal dicrepancy exists between teh accounts of what happened next. According to many, he lost his power of speech, suffered frightful pain all night long, and died shortly before dawn. A variant version is that he fell into a coma but vomited up the entire contents of his overloaded stomach and was then poisoned a second time, either by a gruel - the excuse being that he needed food to revive him - or by means of an enema, the excuse being that his bowels required relief and must be emptied too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112102978816887682?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112102978816887682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112102978816887682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112102978816887682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112102978816887682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/suetonius-on-death-of-emperor-claudius_10.html' title='Suetonius on the Death of Emperor Claudius'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112102922623444521</id><published>2005-07-10T21:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T10:43:00.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Suetonius on the Death of Emperor Claudius</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.livius.org/a/1/emperors/claudius.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claudius&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Most people think that Claudius was poisoned; but when and by whom is disputed. Some say that the eunuch Halotus, his official taster, administered the drug while he was dining with the priests in the Citadel; others that Agrippina did so herself at a family banquet, poisoning a dish of mushrooms, his favourite food. An equal dicrepancy exists between teh accounts of what happened next. According to many, he lost his power of speech, suffered frightful pain all night long, and died shortly before dawn. A variant version is that he fell into a coma but vomited up the entire contents of his overloaded stomach and was then poisoned a second time, either by a gruel - the excuse being that he needed food to revive him - or by means of an enema, the excuse being that his bowels required relief and must be emptied too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112102922623444521?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112102922623444521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112102922623444521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112102922623444521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112102922623444521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/suetonius-on-death-of-emperor-claudius.html' title='Suetonius on the Death of Emperor Claudius'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112094462696597890</id><published>2005-07-09T22:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T22:30:26.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Not to Wear, by Elizabeth I</title><content type='html'>A decree issued by Queen Elizabeth I in 1597 details what people should and should not wear.  The decree is very elaborate. &lt;br /&gt;For men: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Her Majesty doth straightly charge and command that none shall wear in his apparel cloth of gold or silver tissued, silk of colour purple, under the decree of an Earl, except Knights of the Garter in their purple robes only.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;None shall wear cloth of gold or silver, tinselled satin, silk or cloth mixed or embroidered with gold or silver, woollen cloth made out of the realm under the degree of a baron, except Knights of the Garter, Privy Counsellors to the Queen's Majesty."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for women, Elizabeth felt that only countesses could wear &lt;em&gt;cloth of gold or silver tissued, or purple silk,&lt;/em&gt; except viscountesses who were allowed to wear cloth of gold or silver tissued &lt;em&gt;in their kirtles only&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every rank had its own particular way of dressing, textiles that only they could wear. &lt;br /&gt;The poor wore coarse woollen garments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112094462696597890?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112094462696597890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112094462696597890&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112094462696597890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112094462696597890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-not-to-wear-by-elizabeth-i.html' title='What Not to Wear, by Elizabeth I'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112073980555665147</id><published>2005-07-07T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T13:36:45.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ANY LONDON READERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To all London readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you, your family, friends and colleagues are all ok on this terrible day.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please take care!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112073980555665147?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112073980555665147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112073980555665147&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112073980555665147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112073980555665147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/any-london-readers.html' title='ANY LONDON READERS'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112065351494672995</id><published>2005-07-06T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:40:15.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mistresses of George IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.royalpavilion.org.uk/palace/images/george_iv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George IV was the son of the notorious King George III. Instead of developing a reputation for being well and truly mad like his father, George junior became known as a great ladies man and bon viveur. George loved to indulge and he did so often. Throughout his life he had a series of mistresses, the first of which was Mary Robinson when he was 18 years-old in 1780. She was an actress and said to be extremely witty with very long dark hair. He saw her in a performance at the Drury Lane Theatre and started sending her expensive gifts. As the affair progressed he decided to write her a bond for 20,000 guineas, which was a lot of money in those days. However, when the affair was over the Prince took the bond back and instead gave her an annuity of 500 pounds per annum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on his list was Mrs Grace Dalrymple Eliot. She had married a man 20 years her senior, a doctor for the aristocracy. This gave her entry to London's high society circles where she met the Prince as well as other men she was simultaneously having affairs with. George introduced her to the Duc d'Orleans in 1784 and she promptly ran off with him to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Melbourne was the daughet of a Yorkshire baronet. she was an educated woman and managed her dissolute husband's affairs. As was the practice with upper class women of the 18th century, Lady Melbourne only remained faithful to her husband until her son was born, after which she embarked on a series of affairs. From 1780 to 1784 she knew the Prince of Wales in the 'Biblical sense' so to speak and her fourth son, George Lamb was said to be the prince's son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Maria Anne Fitzherbert was one of the most notable of his mistresses because he had to court her wildly until she said 'yes'. Their affais started in 1784 and ended in 1794, when the Prince had to marry Caroline of Brunswick. He did give her an annuity of 3,000 pounds though. In 1799 he tried to get her back as his marriage was a disaster and his current mistress (who had also influenced his choice of wife), Lady Jersey, was not satisfying him. As they had had a secret Catholic marriage in 1785 Maria only agreed to get back with George when the Pope told her that theirs was the only true marriage. However, in 1807 George left her agan for the Marchioness of Hertford. Nice man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Hertford lasted until 1819. She was influential in persuading George to turn to the Tories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His last mistress was Elizabeth, Countess Conyngham, who was with him until his death in 1830. She was the daughter of an investment banker (they were called merchant bankers in those days). she was said to be shrewd, greedy and volutptuous. apparently she had an affair in the 1790 with Lord Ponsonby who was supposed to be so good looking that he escaped being executed in Paris during the Revolution because the women thought he was too handsome to kill and intervened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112065351494672995?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112065351494672995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112065351494672995&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112065351494672995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112065351494672995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/mistresses-of-george-iv.html' title='The Mistresses of George IV'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112056281220958128</id><published>2005-07-05T11:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:26:52.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Napoleon and Josephine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.bredalsparken.dk/~soren-kretzschmer/kejserinde_Josephine_i_1804.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Josephine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Napoleon Bonaparte and Josephine de Beauharnais has got to be one of the most passionate and stormy love affairs in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine's husband had been executed at the guillotine during the Terror in Paris in 1794. As a widow however, she did not remain idle for long and became mistress to several prominent politicians of the time. In 1795 she started a relationship with Napoleon, who was 6 years younger than her and married him in March of the following year after an intense an all-consuming love affair. In 1810, after years of failing ot produce an heir for him they both agreed to divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intensity of their relationship comes across very strongly in Napoleon's letters to her, an example of which is the below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dec. 29, 1795 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I awake all filled with you. Your image and the intoxicating pleasures of last night, allow my senses no rest.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and matchless Josephine, how strangely you work upon my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Are you angry with me? Are you unhappy? Are you upset?&lt;br /&gt;My soul is broken with grief and my love for you forbids repose. But how can I rest any more, when I yield to the feeling that masters my inmost self, when I quaff from your lips and from your heart a scorching flame?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! One night has taught me how far your portrait falls short of yourself!&lt;br /&gt;You start at midday: in three hours I shall see you again.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, a thousand kisses, mio dolce amor! but give me none back for they set my blood on fire. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112056281220958128?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112056281220958128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112056281220958128&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112056281220958128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112056281220958128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/napoleon-and-josephine.html' title='Napoleon and Josephine'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112047859325515401</id><published>2005-07-04T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T13:05:04.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hadrian:  The Travelling Emperor</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.newgenevacenter.org/portrait/hadrian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Roman Emperor Hadrian (A.D. 117 - 138) loved to travel. In fact he spent most of his reign travelling through his provinces and has the honour of being the only ruler to have ruled over most of the European mainland, North Africa until the end of the Sahara, the Middle East and Britain and to have actually been to these places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever Hadrian travelled to, as well as having a huge entourage to go with him (his wife, familly, friends, staff, slaves, etc.), he was followed by a large number of petitioners, hoping to present him with their issue. There is a tale of a woman who comfronted Hardian while he was on horseback and asked him to listen to her plight. When he told her he had no time, she replied that he might as well not be the emperor, at which point Hardian decided to listen to her and got off his horse.&lt;br /&gt;In Cassius Dio's words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Once, when a woman made a request of him as he passed by on a journey, he at first said to her, "I haven't time," but afterwards, when she cried out, "Cease, then, being emperor," he turned about and granted her a hearing." (69.6.3) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dio also tells us of Hadrian's travels and how he liked to live as a soldier and get personally involved with drilling his men.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hadrian travelled through one province after another, visiting the various regions and cities and inspecting all the garrisons and forts. Some of these he removed to more desirable places, some he abolished, and he also established some new ones. He personally viewed and investigated absolutely everything, not merely the usual appurtenances of camps, such as weapons, engines, trenches, ramparts and palisades, but also the private affairs of every one, both of the men serving in the ranks and of the officers themselves, - their lives, their quarters and their habits, - and he reformed and corrected in many cases practices and arrangements for living that had become too luxurious. He drilled the men for every kind of battle, honouring some and reproving others, and he taught them all what should be done. And in order that they should be benefited by observing him, he everywhere led a rigorous life and either walked or rode on horseback on all occasions, never once at this period setting foot in either a chariot or a four-wheeled vehicle. He covered his head neither in hot weather nor in cold, but alike amid German snows and under scorching Egyptian suns he went about with his head bare. In fine, both by his example and by his precepts he so trained and disciplined the whole military force throughout the entire empire that even to-day the methods then introduced by him are the soldiers' law of campaigning."&lt;/em&gt; (69.9.1-4; both passages in the translation of E. Cary in the Loeb edition)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112047859325515401?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112047859325515401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112047859325515401&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112047859325515401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112047859325515401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/hadrian-travelling-emperor.html' title='Hadrian:  The Travelling Emperor'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112033867309863375</id><published>2005-07-02T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:12:44.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabethan Food</title><content type='html'>Elizabethan food had little if any resemblance to contemporary English dishes. Recipes of the day added sugar, honey and fruit like oranges, prunes and dates to meat. A rabbit for example was stuffed with pepper and currants and then boiled in mutton broth. A recipe for capon (castrated rooster) included sugar, nutmeg and almonds and was served with prunes. One could also boil a capon in a broth of eight oranges, sugar, cloves, mace, cinnamon and nutmeg. The brains of capons were also utilised to make brain pies. Sheep’s head was a delicacy.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a baking tin, Elizabethan cooks used a tray made of hard pastry, which was unnervingly called a ‘coffin’. Coffins were not made to be eaten of course.&lt;br /&gt;Fish was either poached or fried in butter, while the poor ate dried salted cod. Salmon, turbot and eel were all poached in ale.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries were soaked in red wine with sugar, cinnamon and ginger and cherries would be served with mustard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recipe for pie goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To make a pie of humbles&lt;/em&gt; [‘umbles were deer’s entrails, hence the phrase ‘humble pie’], &lt;em&gt;take your humbles being parboiled, and chop them very small with a good quantity of mutton suet and half a handful of herbs following: thyme, marjoram, borage, parsley, and a little rosemary and season the same, being chopped with pepper, cloves and mace. And so close your pie and bake him.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112033867309863375?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112033867309863375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112033867309863375&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112033867309863375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112033867309863375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/elizabethan-food.html' title='Elizabethan Food'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112020959150793737</id><published>2005-07-01T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T10:22:56.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Godiva, the Peeping Tom and Taxes in Coventry</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.historic-uk.com/CultureUK/LadyGodiva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has probably heard of Lady Godiva riding naked through the streets of Coventry 900 years ago. Godiva was married to Leofric, Earl of Mercer and Lord of Coventry. The notorious ride has been lost between myth and reality and we do not have any concrete evidence that it really too place at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger of Wendover in 1057 writes of Godiva begging her husband to lessen the tax burden he had imposed on the people of Coventry. After having been nagged for some time about this, Leofric told her he would do as she wanted but under one condition: She would have to ride through town completely naked. The story goes that she accepted this and after ordering the people to stay indoors and shut their windows and doors (windows in Anglo-Saxon England were not made of glass and were more similar to shutters), she loowened her extremely long hair, had it cover her as a cloak and mounted her horse. The people apparently obeyed her orders and did not peep as she rode through the streets, except for one man, who could not resist the temptation. From this man we get the characterization ‘Peeping Tom’.&lt;br /&gt;After having completed her side of the deal, Godiva returned home and Leofric proceded to withdraw all taxes, except for those imposed on horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year a pageant is held in Coventry to reconstruct Lady Godiva’s famous ride…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112020959150793737?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112020959150793737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112020959150793737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112020959150793737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112020959150793737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/07/lady-godiva-peeping-tom-and-taxes-in.html' title='Lady Godiva, the Peeping Tom and Taxes in Coventry'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-112012846666116149</id><published>2005-06-30T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T11:47:46.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking Kills! - Murad IV and his Irritability</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/2/2e/180px-Murad_IV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Murad IV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may well have warnings of the risks associated with smoking, on packets of cigarettes nowadays, but in 17th century Turkey things were a bit more serious. Sultan Murad IV was so opposed to his subjects smoking that he issued a decree stating that anyone found smoking would be killed and their corpse left to rot, at the spot where they were executed, even if that was a coffee shop, a street or home. Naturally this was a very effective deterrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Sultan Murad was not your average guy and many things as well as smoking irritated him to the point of warranting the death penalty. Like his predecessors he was rather mad and also an alcoholic. He could often be seen running through the streets at night, drunk, while simultaneously killing any unfortunate passer-by with his sword (they obviously irritated him by being there...). His favourite sport was to shoot arrows and bullets at the women of his harem and occasionaly ordered that many of them be drowned in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murad IV came to power in 1623 after his uncle Mustafa I had been assassinated. during the early years of his reign, Murad was totaly controlled by his mother, Sultana Kosem, who effectively ruled through him. She was so possessive of her son that she would not let him sleep with girls and encouraged him to sleep with boys.&lt;br /&gt;In 1635 Murad had his brother killed and a few years later several others were got rid of too.&lt;br /&gt;In 1640, at the age of 27 he died of cirrhosis of the liver (no surprise really). Ironically, during his reign he had also banned alcohol as well as tobacco! On his deathbed he ordered his brother Ibrahim to be executed but nobody obeyed this order, which would have meant the end of the Ottoman line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-112012846666116149?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/112012846666116149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=112012846666116149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112012846666116149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/112012846666116149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/06/smoking-kills-murad-iv-and-his.html' title='Smoking Kills! - Murad IV and his Irritability'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-111998613744366659</id><published>2005-06-28T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T20:15:37.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcus Aurelius on Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.christusrex.org/www1/vaticano/GP-Marcus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Remember that man lives only in the present, in this fleeting instant; all the rest of his life is either past and gone, or not yet revealed. This mortal life is a little thing, lived in a little corner of the earth..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To live each day as though one's last, never flustered, never apathetic, never attitudinizing - here is the perfection of character."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All things are in process of change. You yourself are ceaselessly undergoing transformation and the decay of some of your parts and so is the whole universe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If he sinned, the harm is his own. Yet perhaps, after all, he did not!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-111998613744366659?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/111998613744366659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=111998613744366659&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111998613744366659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111998613744366659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/06/marcus-aurelius-on-life.html' title='Marcus Aurelius on Life'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-111989765653505489</id><published>2005-06-27T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T19:42:21.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Emperor Elagabalus; the Teenage Pervert</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.heraldica.org/personal/elagabalus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the emperor Caracalla was murdered in 217, the fourteen-year-old Elagabalus succeeded him. He only ruled for 4 years, but in that short period of time he commited a variety of grotesque and debauched acts, enough to make Caligula and Commodus seem rather plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His real name was Bassianus but as he developed an intense interest in worshippng the Syrian god Elagabal, became High Priest of the cult and so had his name changed to Elagabalus. To honor his god, he demanded that hundereds of cattle were slaughtered daily on huge sacrificial altars. He had a temple built on the Palatine Hill and ordered the Romans to worship a statue of a giant phallus, which didn't go down very well at all...&lt;br /&gt;Eventually he decided he was the god embodied. He started to wear women's clothes and make-up, implored his surgeons to cut his penis off and make him a vagina and when they said tehy could not do this he settled for circumcision. His body is said to have been very effeminate and he had a multitude of male companions. At some point it is said that he "married" a freedman called Hierocles and called him his husband.&lt;br /&gt;As well as being a transvestite and obviously rather confused, Elagabalus was also a masochist, arrabging for his lovers to catch him cheating on them so that they would beat the living daylights out of him, therefore giving him even more pleasure. His body was permanently covered with bruises and marks left from these beatings. Cassius Dio informs us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...he would go to taverns by night wearing a wig, and there ply the trade of a female prostitute. He frequented the notorious brothels, drove out the prostitutes and played the prostitude himself. he finally set a aside a room in the palace, and there committed his indecencies, always standing nude at teh door of the room...while in a soft and melting voice he solicited the passers by."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a public bath built in the palace, so he could go there and pick out the men with the biggest penises.&lt;br /&gt;In 220 A.D. he raped a Vestal Virgin and forced her to marry him. This for the Romans was a terrible thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;His cruelty also had no limits. Once he ordered a servant to fetch him a big packet of cobwebs and when the unfortunate man turned up empty handed, he had him locked up in a cage and eaten alive by hundreds of starving rats.&lt;br /&gt;Elagabalus loved to pin his enemies to the wall and stick hot pokers into them, peel their skin off and dip them in salt.... *cringe*&lt;br /&gt;He ordered mass human sacrifices of young boys and girls to satisfy his god and whenever he entered Rome he demanded that his priests meet him with golden bowls full of children's intestines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 11th March 222 the people had had enough. They hunted him down and in a toilet where he had saught refuge and stabbed him to death. He was 18.  His friends were mutilated and impaled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-111989765653505489?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/111989765653505489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=111989765653505489&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111989765653505489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111989765653505489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/06/emperor-elagabalus-teenage-pervert.html' title='Emperor Elagabalus; the Teenage Pervert'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-111982357141481560</id><published>2005-06-26T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:29:27.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Catherine the Great and her Many Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.visitvoltaire.com/images/catherine_the_great_in_w_septer15k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine the Great was empress of Russia from 1762 until she died in 1796. She was born in 1729 in Poland and in 1744 was taken to Russia to marry the young Grand Duke Peter, heir to the throne and not of a sane mind. For seven years during their marriage Peter spent his time playing with toy soldiers and dogs and showed no interest in sex. In fact he had a physical disability, a very tight foreskin, which may have played an important part in that matter. Finally the empress Elizabeth gave Catherine the permission to take a lover, which she did and was soon pregnant. She convinced Peter it was his own child, as was the plan anyway. In the meantime he had been circumcised so that he could perform the sexual act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine developed a taste for young soldiers. She had a special area built in her bedroom, which was curtained off and where she received her lovers. Gregory Orlov was her on and off lover for around thirteen years. He was said to possess excellent equipment, unbelievable ‘stamina’ and an insatiable appetite for sex.&lt;br /&gt;When Peter and Catherine ascended to the throne after the empress Elizabeth died, in 1761, Catherine became even more confident. Peter’s childish and irrational behaviour was annoying her as well as others. In June 1762 he was murdered by the Orlov brothers and Catherine was sole ruler. Now, she was free to enjoy herself to the full. She had several lovers at the same time and they were expected to perform as and when needed. If they did not satisfy they were kicked out of the palace, but given a handsome sum of money first. Her young men were carefully vetted for fear of diseases. The court physician would first examine them thoroughly; then they would be passed on to the Countess Bruce, who would interview them, inform them of what the empress liked and did not like in bed. Then she would proceed to try them out, to ensure they were all they were all they promised to be. Only then would they be ‘delivered’ to a suite of rooms, where a box of 100,000 roubles would be waiting for them, as a gift for the services they were about to render. That same evening, the young man would be presented at court with the empress on his arm and at ten o’clock they would retire to her bedroom…&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, the walls of Catherine’s bedroom were filled with miniature portraits of her lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Gregory Orlov had the audacity to seduce his own thirteen-year old cousin, Catherine gave him a smart pension and promptly sent him packing. He was soon replaced by Gregory Potemkin. He had one eye, was over-sexed. They were extremely close and rumour had it that they had married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-111982357141481560?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/111982357141481560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=111982357141481560&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111982357141481560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111982357141481560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/06/catherine-great-and-her-many-lovers.html' title='Catherine the Great and her Many Lovers'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-111973232181886254</id><published>2005-06-25T21:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:45:21.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Suetonius on Augustus's Sexual Proclivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sammler.com/images2/augustus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a young man Augustus was accused of various improprieties. For instance, Sextus Pompey jeered at his effeminacy; Mark Antony alleged that Julius Caesar made him submit to unnatural relations as the price of adoption; Antony’s brother Lucius added that after sacrificing his virtue to Caesar, Augustus had sold his favours to Aulus Hirtius in Spain, for 3,000 gold pieces and that he used to soften the hair in his legs by singeing them with red-hot walnut shells.&lt;br /&gt;Not even his friends could deny that he often commited adultery, though of course they said, in justification, that he did so for reasons of state, not simply passion – he wanted to discover what his enemies were at by getting intimate with their wives or daughters. Mark antonym accused him not only of indecent haste in marrying Livia, but of hauling an ex-consul’s wife from her husband’s dining room into the bedroom – before his eyes too! He brought the woman back, says Antony, blushing to the ears and with her hair in disorder. Antony also writes that Scribonia was divorced for having said a little too much when a rival got her claws into Augustus and that his friends used to behave like Toranius, the slave dealer, in arranging his pleasures for him – they would strip mothers of families, or grown girls of their clothes and inspect them as though they were up for sale. A racy letter of Antony’s survives, written before he and Augustus had quarrelled privately or publicly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What has come over you? Do you object to my sleeping with Cleopatra? But we are married; and it is not even as though this were anything new – the affair started nine years ago. And what about you? Are you faithful to Livia Drusilla? My congratulations if, when this letter arrives, you havenot been in bed with Tertullia, or Terentilla, or Rufilla, or Salvia Titisenia – or all of them. Does it really matter so much where, or with whom you perform the sexual act?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Suetonius goes on to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The charge of being a womanizer stuck, and as an elderly man he is said to have still harboured a passion for deflowering girls, who were collected for him from every quarter, even by his wife!&lt;/em&gt; [Livia]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-111973232181886254?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/111973232181886254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=111973232181886254&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111973232181886254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111973232181886254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/06/suetonius-on-augustuss-sexual.html' title='Suetonius on Augustus&apos;s Sexual Proclivities'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-111963435625154971</id><published>2005-06-24T18:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:15:45.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London Prostitution in the 1700s</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://gallery.euroweb.hu/detail/k/knupfer/brothel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1630s brothel scene - Nicolaus Knuepfer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Covent Garden area and part of the Strand was a notorious haunt for prostitutes in the 1700s. There was a variety of choices on offer. A gentleman could visit the more "prestigious" brothels or just go down a dark alley with one of the multitude of street walkers. Either way, he would almost certainly get venereal disease and then go home to pass it on to his wife and worse still, his unborn children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well known madame of the time was Elizabeth Wisebourn (no pun intended). She herself had syphilis and was horribly disfigured but her 'girls' were reknown for their beauty and 'talents'. In the hallway she had a big Bible open on a table to remind her punters that she was afterall a clergyman's daughter and therefore God-fearing. It would cost them one guinea to enter the brothel and after that it was up to them to decide what they wanted to give to the girl of their choice. 'Virgins' were easy to find, as their maidenhood had been surgically restored over and over again to supply the demand. In each room upstairs, a mirror was placed in a position &lt;em&gt;"so conveniently placed that those who have a mind to it, may see what they do: for some take as much delight in seeing as in doing".&lt;/em&gt; Mother Whybourn, as she was known to her girls and clients, would go around the London taverns daily, to see what innocent young girls she could find, girls who had just arrived from the country and ahd no idea what to do or where to go. She would bring them back to her 'house', give them food, shelter, nice clothes and teach them how to please the gentlemen. On Sunday she would take all her charges to church, where they would advertise themselves. One of her girls said: &lt;em&gt;"We'd take all opportunities, as we came down stairs from the galleries, or as we past over the kennels in the streets, to lift up our skirts so high that we might show our handsome legs and feet, with a good fine worsted or silk pair of stockings on; by which means the gallants would be sure either to dog us themselves or else to send their footmen to see where we lived and then they would afterwards come to us themselves and by that means we have got many a good customer."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best brothels had their own in-house doctor to take care of the girls that were still young and beautiful. Those whose looks had never been that impressive, or the ones who were past their prime would be thrown out to the streets to fend for themselves and ultimately die in squalor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-111963435625154971?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/111963435625154971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=111963435625154971&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111963435625154971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111963435625154971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/06/london-prostitution-in-1700s.html' title='London Prostitution in the 1700s'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-111956383759868960</id><published>2005-06-23T22:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:57:17.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Octavian &amp; Livia</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.info-antike.de/livia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://employees.oneonta.edu/farberas/arth/images/109images/roman/augustus/augustus_prima_head.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octavian, or Augustus, as he is better known, was the first emperor of Rome. He was the adopted son of Julius Caesar, not because he didn't have a father already, but because Caesar took a liking to him and also left him two thirds of his estate. Octavian was born Gaius Octavius on 23d September 63 B.C. He was shrewd, astute and took a while to make up his mind about what to do, but once he made a decision there was no going back.&lt;br /&gt;He was only 18 when Julius Caesar was assassinated and by the age of 38 he was emperor. He was said to be extremely good-looking, with clear blue piercing eyes, he delighted when he starred young ladies out and they averted his gaze by looking to the floor, as if they were overpowered by him. Despite his stern reputation, he had several mistresses whose company he enjoyed immensely. However, there was only one woman Octavian is thought to have really loved and that was Livia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livia was only 19 when Octavian practically abducted her from her husband Nero (not the emperor) and decided to marry her. She was his third wife. Some say Livia was his mistress while he was married to his second wife Scribonia and Suetonius tells us of an occasion when Octavian took a lady from the dinner table into the next door room, while her husband was at dinner as well. The lady is said to have emerged a while later, with her hair dishevelled and her ears bright red. Many scholars assume this lady to be Livia, as her husband of the time, was fully aware of Octavian's passion for her, as the later made no effort to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octavian and Livia were married for 50 years but she bore him no children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-111956383759868960?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/111956383759868960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=111956383759868960&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111956383759868960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111956383759868960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/06/octavian-livia.html' title='Octavian &amp; Livia'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-111921083553719216</id><published>2005-06-19T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T20:53:55.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespeare's Globe</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://encoretheatremagazine.blogspot.com/Julius%20Caesar,%20Shakespeare's%20Globe,%201999.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An actor performs in the modern Globe on the Bankside&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actors weren't always the softies they are now reputed to be.  For instance, on a freezing, snowy December night in 1598, a troupe of them turned up at a recently vacated theatre in Shoreditch, armed with "swords, daggers, bills, axes and such like" as one contemporary account described it.  The weather's contumely was such that the Thames had frozen over.  Yet, with the aid of lanterns, this company of actors surrounded the area with guards and tore down the entire theatre in one evening.  As the penumbra receded in the dawn hours, they began to load the stripped timber onto wagons, which they used to transport the timber to Southwark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before getting into the reasons for this apparent lunacy, it bears remarking that the actors could do this because a) there was no regular police force in London at the time, and b) they were all trained in the use of weapons, as actors were obliged to be in the days before stuntmen and botox.  Mull over that: once upon a time, thespians were among the toughest fighters in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occasion for the destruction of the Theatre in Shoreditch was that the owner of the land on which it had been built had refused to renew the lease.  The Lord Chamberlain's Men, Shakespeare's company of actors and our esteemed vandals, had played at the theatre for years, and many of Shakespeare's most famously plays had been performed there: &lt;em&gt;Richard III&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Richard II&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Merchant of Venice&lt;/em&gt;, for instance.  To raise funds, the company sold off many of the play books for these popular plays, but the situation was more desperate than that, and it demanded greater ingenuity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that reason, and in that fashion, the Theatre was carefully taken apart, and transported across the river to site they had secured not far from the Rose Theatre in Southwark.  A talented carpenter named Peter Streete recycled the old pieces of wood to fashion an astonishing new theatre - a wooden polygon, capable of holding up to 3,000 spectators.  Shakespeare, himself an investor in commodities, was a joint producer of this new theatre, as were some of his fellow actors.  On the front, they placed a sign depicting Hercules carrying the world on his shoulders, and they called the theatre The Globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present replica on the Bankside, while a splendid reproduction with excellent acoustics (I watched an all-woman cast perform Richard III), has only half the capacity of the original.  All the other effects are faithfully re-created - from paper cups of dried fruits and nuts on sale to the uncharitable wooden seating, and also a large area at the front for people to stand and watch.  If you ever care to visit, do pause to remember that it is a magnificent tribute to the recklessness, inventiveness and near-criminality of Shakespeare's acting company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-111921083553719216?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/111921083553719216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=111921083553719216&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111921083553719216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111921083553719216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/06/shakespeares-globe.html' title='Shakespeare&apos;s Globe'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-111894755216535386</id><published>2005-06-16T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:45:52.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood, Manners &amp; Bodily Functions in Elizabethan London</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/blogdaclaudia/Elizabeth12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been estimated that out of every one-hundered babies born alive, seventy would only live until their 1st birthday, while less than half lived past their 5th year. The mortality rate was extremely high and childhood was therefore very brief. As soon as a child was able to walk and mutter a few words, it was taught 'good manners'. The ideal child was seen and not heard, rising from their seats whenever their parents entered the room and addressing them as 'Sir' and 'Madam'. They would have to ask their parents for their blessing upon awaking in the morning as well as before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very begining, children were taught the importance of behaving in a humble and passive fashion towards their elders or betters (people higher up on the social scale, but not necessarily 'better' than them in modern terms). Men wore their hats almost all the time, even indoors, so special rules had to be invented to tell them when they should take them off. For example, Erasmus advises young men of the time to &lt;em&gt;"take off your hat and see that your hair is well combed...&lt;/em&gt;[if you are ]&lt;em&gt; seated with people of rank"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreigners were amazed at a particular habit the English had at the time, of kissing any visitors to the house, heartily and on the lips. Apparently, if you did not do so you were considered very ill mannered indeed...&lt;br /&gt;The following instruction from our friend Erasmus is extremely amusing and one would think unnecessary: &lt;em&gt;"...it is impolite to greet someone who is urinating or defecating. A well-bred person should always avoid exposing without necessity the parts to which nature has attached modesty. If necessity compels this, it should be done with decency and reserve, even if no witness is present" &lt;/em&gt;(the idea being I suppose, that one must not offend God's sensitivities...or maybe the angels?)&lt;br /&gt;Apparently public &lt;em&gt;pissing&lt;/em&gt; (yes, this is the actual word the Elizabethans used) was widespread (one assumes amongst men), to such an extent that when the Mercers' livery company let one of their properties, they included a clause that the tenant must prevent &lt;em&gt;"naughty persons annoying our cellar by way of pissing in at the windows"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Passing wind or farting, was to be done when alone. If it was not possible for the flatulence-riddled pesron to hold it in, they would have to &lt;em&gt;"cough over the sound".&lt;/em&gt; There is an amusing story of the Earl of Oxford, who apparently farted as he bowed to Queen Elizabeth on one occasion. he was so embarassed that he did not appear at Court for seven years. When he eventually met the Queen at Court again, she told him: &lt;em&gt;"My Lord, I have forgotten the fart"&lt;/em&gt;, which obviously proved she hadn't...&lt;br /&gt;Belching was totally out of the question and there is no mention of one being able to do this in private even.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-111894755216535386?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/111894755216535386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=111894755216535386&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111894755216535386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111894755216535386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/06/childhood-manners-bodily-functions-in.html' title='Childhood, Manners &amp; Bodily Functions in Elizabethan London'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-111546279238646548</id><published>2005-06-15T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T15:53:49.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note on Slavery in Early Modern England</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://athena.english.vt.edu/~jmooney/3044annotationsp-z/slaves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't tend to associate early modern England with slavery but the fact is that slaves were very much a part of everyday life. In the 15th century, the Portugese had started using the west coast of Africa as a source for slaves and the English were soon to follow suit. By 1596 slave labour had become so popular in England, that Elizabeth I, on the basis that slavery was upsetting the labour market, decided all African slaves should be &lt;em&gt;"sent forth of the land"&lt;/em&gt; to Spain or Portugal. By the 17th century though, many owners of colonial sugar plantations in Jamaica were bringing a few of their slaves with them back to London. The slaves were often stolen or they ran away. Therefore it would not be unusual to see an advert like this: &lt;em&gt;"Lost or absented, a little negro boy of about 13 years of age in a grey livery with black and pink lace and a small cross in his forehead. He speaks Spanish and English indifferently well..."&lt;/em&gt; We can assume with a high level of certainty that the cross on the forehead was a brand, made by a hot iron, marking him permanently as a slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slaves were treated as merchandise, commodities to be bought and sold like chattels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1777 Samuel Johnson declared &lt;em&gt;that "No man is by nature the property of another&lt;/em&gt;" and years before him, William Pitt the Elder had basically said the same thing. However, despite this, slaves for sale were still being advertised in the London press. In 1777, Boswell made a point of saying that the slave trade was a very important part of the economy and therefore must be sustained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Lisa Picard, by 1764 there might have been around 20,000 black servants in London, who had left their masters and sought to be paid for their labour, just like the English servants. I wonder though if the black servants were given the same wages as their white counterparts. Considering the prejudices of the day, probably not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-111546279238646548?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/111546279238646548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=111546279238646548&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111546279238646548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111546279238646548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/06/note-on-slavery-in-early-modern.html' title='A Note on Slavery in Early Modern England'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12283119.post-111874998870993247</id><published>2005-06-14T12:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T12:53:08.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snapshot of Ancient Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://depthome.brooklyn.cuny.edu/classics/gladiatr/colmodel.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets of Rome were incredibly noisy all day. They were crowded with people and animals and ere not very clean either, in fact in modern terms we would be accurate if we said that they were filthy.&lt;br /&gt;Rome was full of people from all over the empire, most of them there to find their fortune and many had lost alot in the process or ended up as slaves. The majority of the people lived in high rise tenement flats (up to 6 stories high) which were usually very badly built. The buildings were almost entirely made of wood as well, which meant that they were extremely susceptible to fire. It was not unusual to see buildings like this collapse all of a sudden. Landlords would allow bad workmanship and would use cheap materials, as they could make alot of money by the whoel process of re-building. Most landlords were so corrupt like this and would also employ thugs which they would send to beat up unfortunate tenants who had not paid their rent.&lt;br /&gt;There were pleanty of baths to go to and it was cheap to go too, so all Romans made good use of them. Sanitation was not the best, despite the famous &lt;em&gt;Cloaca Maxima&lt;/em&gt; which dealt with the sewage, and emptied it all into the Tiber. During the summer the river was fetid as the tides did not really carry any of the waste away; a nasty stench rose from the river. Due to the location of Rome, malaria was very common and many people died of it. During the winter, there were many floods and the houses on the banks of the Tiber were flooded and often destroyed. Typicaly poor people lived in these, but there were some villas in the lower risk areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emperors of course lived on top of the Palatine Hill and didn't have to worry about any of this. They even had a connection with the Circus Maximus, so they did not have to leave the palace to go and watch the chariot racing but would rather just walk through the passage leading to the venue. The Circus Maximus by the way, was 1000 metres long (1 kilometre) so it was massive. Of course Rome was filled with huge buildings, most of them temples to the Gods and to deified emperors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12283119-111874998870993247?l=fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/111874998870993247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12283119&amp;postID=111874998870993247&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111874998870993247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12283119/posts/default/111874998870993247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fascinatinghistory.blogspot.com/2005/06/snapshot-of-ancient-rome.html' title='A Snapshot of Ancient Rome'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
