Showing posts with label A riddle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A riddle. Show all posts

Sunday, January 3, 2016

SOMETHING A LITTLE DIFFERENT (6)

I find this quite fascinating:

"JOHN KEATS in a letter to George and Georgina, his brother and sister.

There is another thing I must mention of a momentous kind - but I must mind my periods in it - Mrs Dilke has two Cats - a Mother and Daughter - now the Mother is a tabby and the Daughter a black and white like the spotted child - Now it appears ominous to me, for the doors of both houses are opened frequently - so that there is a complete thoroughfare for both Cats (there being no board up to the contrary), they may one and several of them come into my room ad libitum.  But no - the Tabby only comes - whether from sympathy from Ann the Maid or me I cannot tell - The Cat is not an old Maid herself - her daughter is a proof of it.  I have questioned her - I have looked at the lines of her paw - I have felt her pulse - to no purpose - Why should the old Cat come to me?  I ask myself - and myself has no word to answer.  It may come to light one day; if it does you shall hear of it......."



I wondered at his use of capital letters and also so many hyphens.  A different style of writing to today's style.