The Shakespeare Conference: SHK 10.1475 Tuesday 24 August 1999.
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Date: Monday, 23 Aug 1999 11:02:06 -0700
Subj: SHK 10.1467 Re: British Library
[2] From: David Evett <
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Date: Monday, 23 Aug 1999 16:36:32 -0400
Subj: Re: SHK 10.1467 Re: British Library
[3] From: Geralyn Horton <
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Date: Monday, 23 Aug 1999 18:24:29 -0400
Subj: Re: SHK 10.1467 Re: British Library
[4] From: Laura Fargas <
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Date: Monday, 23 Aug 1999 23:20:45 -0400 (EDT)
Subj: Re: SHK 10.1467 Re: British Library
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From: Colin Aaron <
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Date: Monday, 23 Aug 1999 11:02:06 -0700
Subject: Re: British Library
Comment: SHK 10.1467 Re: British Library
The new library sucks. I took a tour of it in June. A veritable
carbuncle as I believe Prince Charles described it. Its one redeeming
feature is a glass enclosed central column of bookshelves holding the
collection of, I believe, King George III.
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From: David Evett <
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Date: Monday, 23 Aug 1999 16:36:32 -0400
Subject: 10.1467 Re: British Library
Comment: Re: SHK 10.1467 Re: British Library
For what it's worth, the London represented on the early modern stage
appears to be considerably more violent place than the London visible to
social historians; although there is much disagreement about the skimpy
data, I don't know of any modern authority who argues that ordinary
citizens feared for their lives and property every time they stepped out
into the street.
David Evett
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From: Geralyn Horton <
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Date: Monday, 23 Aug 1999 18:24:29 -0400
Subject: 10.1467 Re: British Library
Comment: Re: SHK 10.1467 Re: British Library
> Subj: Bloomsbury's "Mean Streets"
>What a shock to learn from a fellow SHAKSPERian that
>all that time I was
>sitting on benches in Bloomsbury Park, browsing the shops on the little
>streets south of the Museum, or pub-hopping around the University that I
>was in mortal danger
I must second Tom Dale Keever. I, as a lone female, have stayed in the
very cheapest hostel/hotels in the area, wandered from museum to shows
to midnight fringe and back on foot or by underground, never felt the
least uneasy.
However, from American urban habit, I do not carry a purse. Papers &
books in cheap plastic shopping bag, money and passport around waist,
under jacket.
Geralyn Horton, Playwright
Newton, Mass. 02460
<http://www.tiac.net/users/ghorton>
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From: Laura Fargas <
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Date: Monday, 23 Aug 1999 23:20:45 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: 10.1467 Re: British Library
Comment: Re: SHK 10.1467 Re: British Library
For whatever it's worth, here's my only scary London night-time
experience in many years of trips there: I was walking home at one a.m.
one night and a man came out of a pitch-black alley within a couple feet
of me- inside that zone called "personal space," or whatever. I
flinched and gasped. He absolutely jumped like a jackrabbit.
I was the scare-er, not the scare-ee. My American-female reflexes
frightened the poor man half to death. So my voice is added to the
don't-be-put-off-Bloomsbury chorus.
T. Hawkes remarks:
>I have found that a Norton facsimile, judiciously wielded,
>will repel all but the most persistent creatures of the night.
Whereas a Routledge facsimile will provoke a fangy grin of recognition
and admission to their corrupt embrace?
Laura Fargas
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