#on of whom is a woman who lost he husband of 30 years

[vindicated-truth]

There's a remarkable thoughtfulness on Kim Sujin's part as a writer in ensuring that the right person arrests the right perpetrator—made especially relevant and impactful due to the nature of the relationship between them.

For Lee Changjin, it was his former wife and head of Team One of the Violent Crimes Unit, Oh Jihwa, who arrested him. He killed the Chief of Munju Police Station, the Chief of Manyang Substation, and the serial killer that had been silently terrorizing Munju all these years, all under her watch. It's only fitting that she—the most virtuous cop in the show—arrest the man who is formerly her husband whose ambition blinded him enough to dare to terrorize her area of responsibility.

For Kang Jinmook, it was Han Joowon who arrested him, with Lee Dongsik silently watching from afar. Han Joowon, the elite detective from Foreign Affairs who got himself transferred to Manyang substation all to follow up on what happened to the woman he used in a sting operation, who finally brought justice to her and a semblance of absolution for himself in his thoughtless mistake of using her to solve the case.

(It could not have been Dongsik, not when the irony isn’t lost in how he, too, had a hand in Kang Minjeong's death, no matter how indirect or inadvertent, if only because due to his thoughtless actions, they lost the very small window to save her while she was buried alive.)

For Park Jeongje, it was Han Joowon who arrested him. Han Joowon, the partner of Lee Dongsik, the partner of the man whom Jeongje has loved for 30 years as a loyal friend, even as he was struggling with the fact that he couldn't face how he might have had a hand in the pain and sorrow Dongsik had endured for 21 years in the first place. Han Joowon, the man whom Jeongje has now asked to love Dongsik in his stead, now that he finally owns up to his culpability in Dongsik's suffering.

(It could not have been Dongsik—not when he is too angry and too hurt to forgive Jeongje, precisely because he loved him, too.)

For Do Haewon, it was Lee Dongsik who arrested her. Lee Dongsik, who suffered greatly in her hand in manipulating evidence so that he was wrongfully accused and branded as a suspect for 21 years. Lee Dongsik, who lost his dearest friend, because Do Haewon, in what masquerades as excessive and overzealous love for her son, ended up breaking him instead. Lee Dongsik, who lost so many more of the people he had tried so hard to protect just because Do Haewon could not take on the responsibility to let her own son face justice, too.

And finally, for Han Kihwan, it could not have been anyone else but Lee Dongsik who arrested him. Lee Dongsik, the one who suffered the most in Han Kihwan's thoughtless decision to turn away from and cast away Yuyeon's body, who is the very reason everyone who ever suffered for the past 21 years struggled so hard and so long for justice. Lee Dongsik, who lost his sister, his father, his surrogate daughter, his surrogate father—and indirectly his mother, and his best friend—all because the most powerful policeman in the country could not face his own accountability in a crime of his own doing.

(It could not have been Joowon, because Joowon knows this is not his arrest to make, not his justice to enforce. More than anyone in the show, it's Dongsik who deserves to enact this justice for everyone they have lost, but most importantly: for his sister, Lee Yuyeon.)

And here, the most important arrest of all:

For Lee Dongsik, it could not have been anyone else but Han Joowon who arrested him. Han Joowon, his partner, the son of the man who killed his sister, who brought hell upon himself just so he can bring down his own father, who singlehandedly brought justice when the justice system has failed Dongsik, over and over again:

His partner, Han Joowon, the one person, the only person, Dongsik can ever surrender himself to: completely, wholeheartedly, and without regret.

His partner, Han Joowon, the one person who destroyed his own life to save Dongsik.

[heather123fan-blog]

medieval women week day 2: Favorite non-Queen or Queen-adjacent royal woman: Jacquetta of Luxembourg Duchess of Bedford and Mother to Queen Elizabeth Woodville

Jacquetta of Luxembourg was the eldest child of the French Count of St Pol; her family descended from Charlemagne and were cousins to the Holy Roman Emperor. She grew up with war between France and England raging around her.

John, Duke of Bedford was the youngest son of King Henry IV. Having lost his wife to plague in 1432, he arranged to marry the seventeen-year-old Jacquetta, who was his social equal by her birth. Although married for two years they were childless when John died in September 1435. The King instructed Jacquetta to come to England and ordered Sir Richard Woodville, to arrange it.

However, Jacquetta and Richard fell in love, but Richard was a poor knight, far below Jacquetta in social status. Nonetheless, they married secretly thus thwarting any plans King Henry may have had to marry her off to a wealthy English lord. Theirs was a morganatic marriage, where one of the partners, most often the wife, was socially inferior. Henry was enraged and fined the couple £1000. He did however allow their heirs to inherit, which was unusual for morganatic marriages in England.

Being the widow of Henry V’s brother and aunt to the King, royal protocol gave Jacquetta the highest rank at court of any female except Henry’s wife, Margaret of Anjou, to whom Jacquetta was related by marriage. She even ‘outranked’ the King’s mother and was referred to as the ‘Duchess of Bedford,’ retaining the title from her first marriage. Richard and Jacquetta lived in their manor house at Grafton Regis near Northampton producing fourteen children, the eldest, Elizabeth being born in 1437.

In 1448 Richard was created Lord Rivers: his advancement ensured his family supported Henry VI in the dynastic feuding of the Wars of the Roses. The situation changed with the Yorkist victory at the Battle of Towton in 1461 and the seizure of the throne by Edward IV. By the spring of 1464, Jacquetta’s daughter Elizabeth was a widow, her Lancastrian husband having been killed in 1461. Within a few months, Elizabeth was married to the young King Edward IV.

Jacquetta died in 1472 aged 56 and was buried at Grafton, though no record of her tomb survives. Recently, one legacy has come to light. Research by gene specialists indicates that Jacquetta was a carrier of the rare Kell-Antigen-Mcleod syndrome causing impaired fertility and psychotic behavioural changes in the male descendants of the family.

Written by Michael Long. I have over 30 years experience teaching History in schools and examiner History to A level. My specialist area is England in the 15th and 16th centuries. I am now a freelance writer and historian.

[yvonnesayler]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, YVONNE SAYLER! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like CAMILA QUEIROZ. You must be the THIRTY year old BARTENDER AT THE FOUR LEAF PUB. Word is you’re RESILIENT but can also be a bit DUBIOUS and your favorite song is DARK PARADISE by LANA DEL REY. I also heard you’ll be staying in CRYSTAL COVE CONDOMINIUMS. Trigger Warnings: Death, grief, drugs

basic stats

Full Name: Yvonne Estela Moreira Sayler

Nickname(s): Yve (pronounced like 'Eve'), Slayer

Gender: Cis woman (she/her)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Birthday: March 13 (30)

Hometown: Loch Lomond, Florida

Current Residence: Crystal Cove Condominiums

Time in AB: Two years

Occupation: Bartender at the Four Leaf Pub

Education: Just shy of a high school diploma

Religion: Non-practicing Catholic

Pets: None

Hair Color: Light brown

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 5'6

Tattoos: TBA

Piercings: One in each lobe

Favorite Movie: True Romance

Favorite Alcoholic Drink: Jack and Coke

Favorite Food:

brief bio

Yvonne grew up in a mobile home neighborhood in Loch Lomond, Florida. She lived with her mom, Julia, and no father, whom Julia has always claimed was Lou Reed of The Velvet Underground.

She was a moody, eccentric girl in school and ended up dropping out just shy of graduation to marry her boyfriend, who had graduated two years previously at a high school in neighboring Pompano Beach. He came from a wealthy family whom Yvonne got along with very well, at least until she eloped with their son. He already had his trust fund at that point and the two of them used it to leave Florida behind.

They ended up across the country in Phoenix, Arizona, and Yvonne was literally just happy being a wife and curating little hobbies while her husband worked. They were more or less happy for about five years, when she lost him to a drowning accident. In his will he'd left all of his money to her, which became an enormous legal battle with his family, but which Yvonne ultimately won, perhaps not least of all because she slept with his family's lawyer.

She then took her money and went to California, where she initially spent a few years in LA before deciding it was too fast-paced for her and relocating to Aurora Bay, still idyllic and still California but a little more her speed. She works now as a bartender at the Four Leaf Pub.

personality

Smokes a lot of cigarettes, thinks vapes are fuckingggg lame

Kind of a coke fiend tbh

Has gotten in trouble with law enforcement for swimming naked in natural bodies of water

Was made for hookup culture, one night stands are her thing these days ever since she lost her husband

Genuinely has no idea if Lou Reed is actually her dad but she very seriously doubts it

Was utterly derailed by the loss of her husband, obviously, but also emotionally vexed by the way the sudden freedom excited her a little bit too

Not at all academically-inclined but very world savvy and can take care of herself

Very friendly and loves to yap but has an introverted side and will sometimes hermit herself away and only be in the mood to see her close friends

Has a 'mysteriously rich widow' vibe like you don't THINK she killed her husband for all that money but you also wouldn't bet your life on it 😭

Has a great singing voice, very croony and old-timey

Loves making her own clothes and has a small Etsy shop where she sells her handmade stuff that she doesn't keep for herself, has been known to take commissions

Has the moodiest wardrobe, absolutely walks around in head scarf + sunglasses combo

Drives a powder blue Audi A4 convertible

connection ideas

Neighbors in Crystal Cove Condos

Some close friends, some regular friends, some acquaintances from around town and regulars at the pub where she works

Anybody who's bought clothes from her or commissioned something

An ex from the last two years that probably deeply didn't work out

Tinder/Hinge/any of those, one night stands, one-or-two-off dates, maybe one fwb but I don't see her maintaining that kind of relo very often

She's such a consumer. Does your muse sell stuff? Have a shop? She's a regular

Her attorney and financial advisor

Possible connection to her late husband (a cousin or sibling of his maybe) but this would have to be discussed

Someone who is absolutely convinced she killed her husband 😭

[whileiamdying]

The Black Woman Artist Who Crafted a Life She Was Told She Couldn’t Have

The sculptor Augusta Savage at work in her studio in Harlem.

At the dawn of the Harlem Renaissance, Augusta Savage fought racism to earn acclaim as a sculptor, showing her work alongside de Kooning and Dalí. But the path she forged is also her legacy.

By Concepción de León Published March 30, 2021

In 1937, the sculptor Augusta Savage was commissioned to create a sculpture that would appear at the 1939 New York World’s Fair in Queens, N.Y. Savage was one of only four women, and the only Black artist, to receive a commission for the fair. In her studio in Harlem, she created “Lift Every Voice and Sing,” a 16-foot sculpture cast in plaster and inspired by the song of the same name — often called the Black national anthem — written by her friend, James Weldon Johnson, who had died in 1938.

The sculpture was renamed “The Harp” by World’s Fair organizers and exhibited alongside work by renowned artists from around the world, including Willem de Kooning and Salvador Dalí. Press reports detail how well the piece was received by visitors, and it’s been speculated that it was among the most photographed sculptures at the Fair.

But when the World’s Fair ended, Savage could not afford to cast “The Harp” in bronze, or even pay for the plaster version to be shipped or stored, so her monumental work, like many temporary works on display at the Fair, was destroyed.

The story of the commission and destruction of “The Harp” and its eventual fate is a microcosm of the challenges Savage faced — and the ones Black artists dealt with at the time and are still dealing with today. Savage was an important artist held back not by talent but by financial limitations and sociocultural barriers. Most of Savage’s work has been lost or destroyed but today, a century after she arrived in New York City at the height of the Harlem Renaissance, her work, and her plight, still resonate.

Augusta Savage at work on the sculpture that would become known as “The Harp.” Credit... via The New York Public Library

“Disagreeable complications”

Savage, born Augusta Christine Fells in Green Cove Springs, Fla., in 1892, was the seventh of 14 children. She started making animal sculptures from clay as a child, but her father strongly opposed her interest in art. Savage once said that he “almost whipped all the art out of me,” according to the Smithsonian American Art Museum.

Savage arrived in Harlem a century ago in 1921 in the early years of the Harlem Renaissance. She was nearly 30; had already been twice married, widowed and divorced; and had a teenage child, Irene, whom she left in the care of her parents in Florida. She applied and was accepted to the Cooper Union art school, and completed the four-year program in three years. She took the surname Savage from her second husband, whom she divorced. In 1923, she married Robert L. Poston, her third and final husband. Poston died a year later.

The year she married Poston, Savage was one of 100 women awarded a scholarship to attend the Fontainebleau School of Fine Arts in Paris. But when the admissions committee realized that it had selected a Black woman, Savage’s scholarship was rescinded.

In a letter explaining the decision, the chairman of Fontainebleau’s sculpture department, Ernest Peixotto, expressed concern that “disagreeable complications” would arise between Savage and the students “from the Southern states.”

Savage did not accept the rejection quietly. “She used the Black press to make the limits that she was facing known to the larger national and international public,” Bridget R. Cooks, an art historian and associate professor at University of California, Irvine, said. “She had a real determination and sense of her own talent and a refusal to be denied.”

In the years after the Fontainebleau episode, Savage was commissioned to create busts for prominent African-American figures such as the sociologist and scholar W.E.B. Du Bois and the Jamaican activist Marcus Garvey. She also created “Gamin,” a painted plaster bust portrait based on her nephew that became one of her most well-known pieces, praised for its expressiveness. (It was later cast in bronze.)

“Gamin” earned her a Julius Rosenwald fellowship in 1929 to travel to Paris, which had become a refuge for Black artists, including the painter Palmer Hayden and the sculptor Nancy Elizabeth Prophet. Savage studied at the Académie de la Grand Chaumière and had works displayed at the Grand Palais and other prominent venues.

When she returned to Harlem in 1932, she opened the Savage Studio of Arts and Crafts, where she taught prominent artists such as Jacob Lawrence, Gwendolyn Knight, Norman Lewis and Kenneth B. Clark. Clark later turned to social psychology and developed, with his wife Mamie, experiments using dolls to show how segregation affected Black children’s self-perception.

The community-driven education that Savage championed is part of the African-American tradition, Dr. Cooks said, because Black people have historically been excluded from formal academic spaces. “But for her to open her own school is something entirely different,” Dr. Cooks added. “That is becoming a business person. That’s taking on a leadership role for which she doesn’t have any models in terms of Black people in the art world and Black women in particular. ”

In 1934, Savage became the first African-American member of the National Association of Women Painters and Sculptors (now the National Association of Women Artists). In 1937, she worked with the W.P.A. Federal Art Project to establish the Harlem Community Art Center and became its first director. Eleanor Roosevelt, who attended its inauguration, was so impressed with the center that she used it as a model for other arts centers across the country.

Gwendolyn Bennett, Sara West, Louise Jefferson, Augusta Savage and Eleanor Roosevelt in 1937. Credit... The New York Public Library/Schomburg Center

“She created a pathway for careers for Black artists,” Tammi Lawson, the curator of the art and artifacts division of the Schomburg Center, which has the largest holding of Savage’s work, said. “She taught them, she gave them the tools, and she got them work.”

Sandra Jackson-Dumont, the director and chief executive officer of the Lucas Museum of Narrative Art in Los Angeles, agrees. “She, for me, represents someone who believed that she wasn’t compromising her studio practice or who she was by teaching and bringing people along,” said Ms. Jackson-Dumont, adding that Savage understood “how to use the system’s resources to catalyze folks.”

Yet the later years of Savage’s artistic career were marked by adversity. After taking a hiatus to work on her sculpture for the World’s Fair, Savage returned to the Harlem Community Art Center to find that her job had been filled. She briefly tried to establish the Salon of Contemporary Negro Art in Harlem in 1939, but the gallery lasted only three months.

“Joe Gould’s Teeth,” a 2016 book by the historian Jill Lepore, revealed archival evidence that Gould, an eccentric writer, had harassed Savage by calling her incessantly, insulting her, following her to parties and telling people she had agreed to marry him. In the early 1940s, Savage abruptly left her home in Harlem for a farmhouse in Saugerties, N.Y., in the Catskill Mountains, where she continued to make busts and teach local children. In Harlem, the community art center she had founded was closed in 1942 when federal funds were cut during World War II.

Savage remained in Saugerties until Gould died in 1957 and she only later returned to Harlem. She died in relative obscurity in March 1962 of cancer, at 70.

“A blueprint for what it means to be an artist that centers on humanity”

Jeffreen Hayes, who is now a curator and the executive director of Threewalls, an arts nonprofit in Chicago, was a graduate student at Howard University when she learned about Augusta Savage’s work. A professor mentioned the sculptor in passing during a section on the Harlem Renaissance.

“I remember my professor showing slides of Augusta Savage,” Dr. Hayes said, “and then we just kind of moved on.”

Dr. Hayes, though, was struck by this story of a resilient Black woman whose greatest works have been lost but who made a life as an artist, teacher, arts center director and community organizer against the backdrop of Jim Crow laws and the Great Depression.

“I don’t think about Augusta Savage as someone who only made objects,” Dr. Hayes said, but rather as someone who “has really left behind a blueprint of what it means to be an artist that centers humanity.”

In 2018, Dr. Hayes curated the exhibition “Augusta Savage: Renaissance Woman” at the Cummer Museum in Jacksonville, Fla., which aimed, according to the catalog, to “reassess Harlem Renaissance artist Augusta Savage’s contributions to art and cultural history in light of 21st-century attention to the concept of the artist-activist.”

“Savage’s artistic skill was widely acclaimed nationally and internationally during her lifetime,” the catalog reads, “and a further examination of her artistic legacy is long overdue.”

At a moment when discourse has centered on the artistic and political role of public art and monuments, the continuing absence of a work like “The Harp” becomes even more acute.

After the Civil War, as cities evolved in the 19th and 20th centuries, sculptors formed close alliances with architects, such that parks, town squares and other public spaces were designed with sculptures in mind. Unlike paintings, which are typically housed in museums, sculptures and monuments hold an outsized symbolic value because of their presence in public life.

“Your public art should align with a community’s values,” said James Grossman, the executive director of the American Historical Association. “Every generation, each state should step back and say, maybe it’s time for somebody else” to be honored.

Savage with her sculpture “Realization” in 1938. Credit... Andrew Herman, via The New York Public Library/Schomburg Center

In assessing “Augusta Savage: Renaissance Woman,” the Times art critic Roberta Smith noted of another Savage sculpture titled “Realization”: “It never made it beyond its forcefully modeled nearly life-size clay version. It’s heartbreaking to think the difference its survival might have made.”

Recently, in the context of questions over Confederate monuments, there have been calls to recreate Savage’s “The Harp” and display it at the National Museum of African American History and Culture in Washington.

Savage viewed her own legacy with humility, putting the emphasis on the success of her students. In a 1935 interview in Metropolitan Magazine, she said, “I have created nothing really beautiful, really lasting, but if I can inspire one of these youngsters to develop the talent I know they possess, then my monument will be in their work.”

Dr. Cooks said she “would disagree” with Savage’s assessment of her own work; “I think everybody would,” she added. For Dr. Cooks, it’s clear that Savage saw her legacy as “someone who could set up opportunities for other people who were younger than her, to have the space to build a Black infrastructure, essentially, so they could succeed.”

In this sense, Savage’s legacy lies as much in the life she built for herself as in the work she made for the world, as evidenced in surviving film of Savage guiding students or creating sculpture in her studio.

In her work at Threewalls, Dr. Hayes said she aims to honor Savage’s mission: to “build a larger ecology that intentionally builds a relationship with community,” as Dr. Hayes put it.

Dr. Hayes didn’t have the support of people like Savage to guide her in the art world early on. “I feel really good that I can pass on that wisdom to the next generation coming up,” she said.

A correction was made on:

March 31, 2021 An earlier version of this article misstated the surname of the director and chief executive officer of the Lucas Museum of Narrative Art in Los Angeles. She is Sandra Jackson-Dumont, not Dumont-Jackson.

A correction was made on April 5, 2021 An earlier version of this article misstated the year of Joe Gould's death. He died in 1957, not 1954. When we learn of a mistake, we acknowledge it with a correction. If you spot an error, please let us know at nytnews@nytimes.com.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The entirety of the Scriptures work together to put Christ before the eyes of our hearts.

In Genesis, Jesus is the Seed of the woman who will crush the head of the serpent.

In Exodus, Jesus is the Passover Lamb, slain so the LORD’s people can be spared justice.

In Leviticus, Jesus is our true High Priest offering a better sacrifice than the rest.

In Numbers, Jesus is the Pillar of cloud by day and the Pillar of fire by night, leading His people to the Promised Land.

In Deuteronomy, Jesus is the Prophet like Moses whom we must listen to or perish.

In Joshua, Jesus is the Captain of the LORD’s army, making war on His enemies.

In Judges, Jesus is the Judge we long for to correct our rebellious hearts.

In Ruth, Jesus is our Kinsman Redeemer.

In 1st and 2nd Samuel, Jesus is our trusted Prophet, revealing God perfectly to us.

In Kings and Chronicles, Jesus is the King we long for who will rule righteously forever.

In Ezra, Jesus is the Rebuilder of the broken down walls of the city of God.

In Esther, Jesus is the one who does not simply RISK his life, but GIVES his life to save his people.

In Job, Jesus is our ever-living Redeemer.

In Psalms, Jesus is the Son we must Kiss and our Good Shepherd.

In Proverbs and Ecclesiastes, Jesus is the very embodiment of wisdom.

In the Song of Solomon, Jesus is the Church’s Loving Bridegroom, fairer than ten-thousand.

In Isaiah, Jesus is the Prince of Peace, the Gospel Preacher, and the Suffering Servant.

In Jeremiah, Jesus is the Righteous Branch.

In Lamentations, Jesus is the better Weeping Prophet—who does not simply weep for sin but kills sin by letting himself be killed in the place of sinners.

In Ezekiel, Jesus is the wonderful Four-Faced man.

In Daniel, Jesus is the fourth Man in the fiery furnace with Shadrach Meshach and Abednego, he’s the One who closes the lion’s mouths for Daniel, and He is the Son of Man given an eternal Kingdom after His ascension.

In Hosea, Jesus is the Faithful Husband, forever married to the backslider.

In Joel, Jesus is the baptizer with the Holy Spirit.

In Amos, Jesus is our true Burden-Bearer.

In Obadiah, Jesus is the One Mighty to Save.

In Jonah, Jesus is the better one that was thrown into the sea of God’s wrath so those on board would be spared.

In Micah, Jesus is the Messenger with beautiful feet.

In Nahum, Jesus is the Avenger of God's elect.

In Habakkuk, Jesus is God's evangelist.

In Zephaniah, Jesus is our Saviour.

In Haggai, Jesus is the restorer of God's lost heritage.

In Zechariah, Jesus is the High Priest made dirty for our sin so we can be clothed in righteousness.

In Malachi, Jesus is the Sun of Righteousness, rising with healing in His wings.

In the Gospel Accounts, Jesus is the God-Man come to save sinners by the grace of his righteous life, sin-paying crucifixion, and death-defeating resurrection!

In Acts, we see what the ascended Christ continued to do, by His Spirit, the first 30 years after He sat down at the right hand of His Father, the Majesty on high.

All the Letters of the New Testament clarify who He is, what His gospel means, how we should live for Him, and to watch out for those who teach contrary to His Prophets and Apostles. In Revelation, Jesus is our coming King—He will slay men who refuse to come to Him and remain in their sin; He will perfect His people who trust Him by faith and who will renew the entire cosmos. Those who refuse to repent and believe in Christ and His gospel will be thrown in the fiery pit of hell to be punished for their sin for all eternity. Those who belong to Jesus in this life will belong to Him forever in the perfect life to come, where we will enjoy Him forever for His glory and our good.

– Brett Baggett

[justforbooks]

Having long been tipped as the next Nobel laureate, the Norwegian writer has this year been awarded the prize. For those new to the acclaimed playwright and novelist, here are some good ways in.

The novelist, playwright, essayist and poet Jon Fosse, 64, is this year’s winner of the Nobel prize in Literature. He is now set to become the world’s best-known Norwegian writer of contemporary fiction, perhaps even overtaking his former student, Karl Ove Knausgård. In his career as a playwright, Fosse has been hailed as “the new Ibsen” – borne out by the fact that his plays are the most widely performed in Norway after Ibsen’s own. Despite years of international acclaim, however, it is only relatively recently that Fosse’s books have begun to reach the mainstream of English translation publishing – so here’s where to begin.

The entry point

Fosse’s powerful (and frequently very short) stories in the collection Scenes from a Childhood span Fosse’s literary career from 1983 to 2013. They serve as an introduction to the central themes of his work – childhood, memory, family, faith – coupled with a strong sense of duality and of fatalism. Fragmentary, elliptical, at times deliberately simplistic, they mark life’s journey from extreme youth to old age. Standouts include Red Kiss Mark of a Letter, And Then My Dog Will Come Back to Me.

If you only read one

In Fosse’s 2023 novella Aliss at the Fire, an old woman, Signe, lies by the fire at her house next to a fjord, dreaming of herself 20 years earlier and her husband, Asle, who rowed out one day on the water in a storm and never came back. It is typical of Fosse – bleak, with a grand use of a repeated central image, that of blackness, and structured around the grip of ancestral history (the Aliss of the title is Asle’s great-great-great-grandmother), doubles and repeated actions: Asle’s grandfather had the same name as him and met the same fate by drowning. Hypnotic and mysterious.

If you’re in a rush

Published in 1989, The Boathouse is the closest thing Fosse has written to a crime novel. The 30-year-old narrator seems to have failed at everything in life – he lives with his mother, is a virtual recluse, doesn’t seem able to do basic things for himself. His most important achievement lies in his past – the rock band he had with his childhood friend Knut, with whom he has lost contact. Yet one summer a chance encounter with Knut, now married and relatively successful, will lead to a devastating denouement. Parallel to this, the narrator is also writing a novel that is an acute observation of every instance of his “restless” existence: a perfect example of the “write, don’t think” maxim as Fosse instructed his students in the late 80s in Bergen, when this book was in the making.

The play

“I can’t help wondering if the cultural gulf between Fosse’s world and our own is too wide,” wrote the Guardian critic when his 1999 play Dream of Autumn had its English language premiere in Dublin in 2006. Much has changed in Europe and the rest of the world in the intervening 17 years, however. The drama’s premise is simple, the undercurrents are not: a man and a woman meet in a graveyard and begin an affair – perhaps they knew one another in a past life. As they leave the graveyard the man’s parents arrive for a funeral and, as is common with Fosse, time leaps forward by years, in a lingering, longing dance of intergenerational circularity.

The one worth persevering with

In Melancholy I and II, Fosse takes us deep into the tortured mind of the 19th-century landscape artist Lars Hertervig, who died impoverished in 1902 in his early 70s, and whose life was blighted by the hallucinations and delusions that made his paintings appear so dreamlike, so sublime. Hertervig first became psychotic as a student at art school in Düsseldorf and, as well as an often terrifying examination of mental illness, the novels (originally published separately but now as one volume) are most significantly about what it means to be an artist. Melancholy I details the young Hertervig’s obsessions, anxieties, and eventual breakdown during one terrible day; Melancholy II acts as a coda, with different narrative perspectives – including that of a would-be fictional biographer – many years after Hertervig’s death.

The masterpiece

The seven books of Fosse’s Septology I-VII (helpfully compressed into three volumes comprising The Other Name, I Is Another and A New Name) centre on Asle, an ageing artist living in remote south-west Norway. A Catholic convert, like Fosse himself, Asle is grappling with time, art and identity. It is an extraordinary work of existential crisis, of memory loss, and persistent doppelgangers, either real or imaginary – the life lived, and the life that might have been lived, in the person of the shadowy other. It’s a frightening and intense read, which is rendered without a sentence break, so that the reader is essentially living Asle’s life with him. Septology is also a work of deep religious faith in which a man, an artist, and a human being, above all, in the end comes full circle: “It’s definitely true that it’s just when things are darkest, blackest, that you see the light.”

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[bookishnewt]

I am absorbing Hazbin Hotel content through osmosis and am having character ideas. Had old ideas in passing to the point I did incorrect quotes but the lady in my head is slapping me in the face.

Thoughts about her so far:

In Life

In life she was known as Katherine Lane, her stage name was Jolene.

Born in the 1910s. Died in her 30s-40s (1940s-50s).

Lost both parents over the course of the first world war. Being a young child at the time Katherine did not fully understand why her parents died and took what happened as them abandoning her.

From then one she worked hard to ensure her own survival. From thievery as a child/early teen, being a rum runner during the Prohibition era, to a performer in clubs.

As Jolene, Katherine attracted some admirers one of whom became her husband. The marriage did not last as Katherine kills her husband in the spur of the moment. She covered up the crime as an drunken fall down the stairs. She does not regret it as he was more of a bastard than she first thought.

Her Death

Through her later years in life Katherine began adding murder to her list of crimes committed. After the whole mess with her first husband she began poisoning the men who would harass her coworkers. She was always careful to make them look like accidents.

One coworker was aware of her actions and sought out Katherine for help. Her sob story of an abusive husband hit home with Katherine. So she agreed to help.

The coworker arranged it so Katherine could meet the man. Over the course of her talk with him something felt off to her. Unlike her usual victims he did appear abusive. Despite her doubts she keeps her promise and kills him.

Days later she learns the truth, her coworker lied. There never was any abuse, she had Katherine kill her husband so she could inherit his small fortune.

Angered by the deception Katherine confronted the woman and wound up having a similar death as her late husband's.

In Afterlife

Is 9’ 6” (290 cm). Demon form is based on a orb-weaver spider.

Viewing Katherine as dead and gone she assumes a new name to suit her new life: Arachne.

Still reeling from the final days of her life Arachne decided to hide herself away from Hell and any potential enemies from her old life.

Voice Claim: Samantha Pauly (All You Wanna Do - SIX)

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THE FEMALE COMPANIONS OF THE PROPHET (PBUH): Part 11

UMM AYMAN (radhiallahu anha)

The Prophet lost his father before he was born and her mother when he was six years old. He grew up as an orphan. However, several women took care of him showing him the compassion of a mother. They did their best so as not to make him feel like a motherless child.

One of those women was Umm Ayman.

The real name of this great Islamic woman, whom the Prophet regarded to be from Ahl al-Bayt and complimented her by saying “my mother after my mother” is “Baraka bint  Thalaba”. She served in the house of the Prophet for long years. She stayed in the same house after the death of Abdullah, the father of the Prophet. After that, she helped both Amina, the Prophet’s mother, and the Prophet himself.

When the Messenger of Allah (pbuh) became six years old, Amina went to Madinah with Umm Ayman. Her intention was to visit her relatives and the grave of her husband Abdullah there. They stayed in Madinah for a month.

Umm Ayman narrates one of her memories in Madinah as follows:

“Once, two Jewish scholars came to me and said, ‘Bring us Ahmad.’ I went home and brought him. They examined him carefully. They said, ‘This child is a prophet. This is the place where he will migrate. There will be big wars in this land.’”

Umm Ayman felt scared after their talk. She was worried that they would harm her “beloved son”. She tried not to leave the Prophet alone in order to protect him from any danger.  

Finally, it was time to return to Makkah. Umm Ayman was glad to hear it. She felt relieved because the Jews would not be able to harm Muhammad (pbuh) after they set off.

This three-person caravan left Madinah. They started to head for Makkah. They were traveling happily. However, something unexpected took place after a while. Hz. Amina got ill suddenly. She realized that she would die of this illness. She looked at the face of the Prophet and remembered a dream she had seen. She said,

“If what I saw in my sleep is true, you will be sent as a prophet by Allah to all human beings to tell them the allowed and prohibited things and acts. You will settle Islam, the religion of your ancestor, Ibrahim. Allah Almighty will protect you from the idols and idolatry that have existed for a long time. All living things face death every minute of the day, each new thing will have to grow old, and each great thing will fade. I will also die, but my name will remain forever; for I gave birth to a pure child and I leave the best here as I leave.”

Hz. Amina entrusted her child to Umm Ayman and asked her to look after him very well. Soon, she passed away. She was 30 years old then. Thus, the Prophet was left motherless when he was six. Allah Almighty made his beloved Messenger to experience all kinds of pains and made him perfect so that he would be a good example for his ummah. Thus, those who believed in him would remember the hardships he underwent and console themselves by showing patience at the misfortunes that would hit them.

Umm Ayman undertook a heavy burden. She wanted to sob and wail but she did not because she thought the Prophet would feel sad. She pulled herself together. She decided not to make him feel the lack of his mother. She was going to act in a self-sacrificing way. She hugged him as if he was her own son. Then, she consoled him as follows:

“Do not feel sad. O, Muhammad! Do not cry. We have to surrender to divine qadar. Allah owns our souls and property. They were entrusted to us. He takes back the things that He entrusted us as He wishes.”

There were tears in the eyes of the Prophet. He was left as both a fatherless and motherless child. He did not see the face of his father even once. He would not be able to see the face of his mother after that. He spoke as follows in tears:

“I know. I always surrender to His decree. However, the face of one’s mother is a face that cannot be forgotten. I feel sad that I will not see that face again.”

However, he pulled himself together soon. He wanted to fulfill his last duty for his mother. He said to his nanny as if he was an adult,

“Come on! She entrusted her soul to her owner. Let us put her body into the ground so that she will find rest.”

After a while, they buried the most honorable and luckiest mother together.

The duty to take the Messenger of Allah to Makkah belonged to Umm Ayman now.

She put the Prophet on the camel. They set off together. After a tiring journey that lasted five days, they reached Makkah. Umm Ayman gave him to Abdulmuttalib, his grandfather, in tears. However, she served the Prophet both when he was with his grandfather and after his death when he was under the protection of Abu Talib, his uncle. She regarded it as great honor for her.

Many years passed. The Prophet became 25 years old. Everybody loved him and called him “Mu­hammad al-Amin”. He married Hz. Khadija, who was a widow 15 years older than him but who was the most honorable woman in Makkah. She was very rich. She entrusted all of her wealth to her beloved husband.

The Prophet did not forget his nanny who loved him with the compassion of a mother and who sacrificed herself for him like a mother.

He helped his nanny financially and showed her respect like a son showing respect to his mother. He also helped his nanny to get married. He married her off to Ubayd bin Zayd.

When Hz. Muhammad (pbuh) became 40 years old, Allah Almighty chose and appointed him as a prophet.

Umm Ayman, who had taken care of him loyally since he was a baby, guessed that he would be an important person. For, she observed several wonderful incidents beginning from his birth. Therefore, she never left him alone. When he started to call people to Islam, she did not leave him alone. She believed in him without hesitating; thus, he rejoiced the Messenger of Allah.      

In that period, to become a Muslim meant to accept beforehand to undergo unbelievable tortures.

Umm Ayman suffered from those painful tortures. However, she did not make any concessions about her belief because she regarded dying in this way as to honor. When tortures became unbearable, she migrated to Abyssinia and then to Madinah. Thus, she received the reward of “double migrations”.Umm Ayman did not leave the Messenger of Allah alone in Madinah like in Makkah. She always served him.

The nanny of the Prophet always trusted in Allah Almighty.

She did not lose hope of Allah Almighty even in the hardest situations. She believed that He would help her. She sometimes received the reward of this surrendering and trust in advance.  

While she was migrating, she stopped near Rawha for the night. She was very thirsty. She did not have even one drop of water. She did not panic because she definitely believed that her Lord, who was so merciful, saw her and knew about her situation. She knew that she would not be left thirsty and exhausted. As a matter of fact, the help of Allah Almighty did not delay. She saw a bucket hanging from the sky tied with a white rope. She stood up by thanking Allah Almighty and went over to the bucket. It was full of clear, cold water. She quenched her thirst. She felt relieved. While narrating this incident, Umm Ayman said,

“I have never felt thirsty after that.”

Another characteristic of Umm Ayman was that she was a fearless mujahid of Islam.

She did not hesitate to risk her life for the cause of Islam. During the Battle of Uhud, the mujahids were scattered and some Companions went back to Madinah while the battle was going on. Umm Ayman became very sorry when she saw this. She felt disturbed when they panicked and left the Prophet at the battlefront facing the enemy. She shouted at one of those who left the battlefront as follows:  

“There is a distaff here. Take this and spin wool. Give me your sword. I will go to Uhud with the women and fight.”

Umm Ayman could not stay in Madinah any longer. There was definitely something that she could do as a woman. She went to Uhud with some women. When she arrived there, she asked about the Messenger of Allah. When she heard that he was all right, she felt relieved. She looked after the wounded mujahids with the other women. She gave water to the mujahids. ( Tabaqat, 8: 225. )

Like all of the Companions, Umm Ayman loved the Prophet very much.

She had a belief that could make her sacrifice her life for the Prophet. She always wanted to see the Messenger of Allah happy; she could not bear it when he was sad. She rejoiced with the Messenger of Allah and felt sorry with the Messenger of Allah. Once, the Prophet (pbuh) took a sick child on his lap. The child was moaning due to his illness The Prophet cried due to his compassion. When Umm Ayman saw that the Prophet was crying, she started to cry, too.  The Prophet asked, “Why are you crying while I am here?” Umm Ayman expressed her love for him as follows:

“How should I not cry when the Messenger of Allah cries?”( Tajrid Translation, 4: 381. )

Umm Ayman led a happy life with her husband Ubayd bin Zayd.

Hz. Ubayd took part in the Battle of Hunayn. He fought there heroically and became a martyr. Umm Ayman did not lose her steadfastness when she heard that her husband died. She regarded it as a great honor to be the wife of a martyr. She showed patience at this misfortune in the way of Allah.  

The Prophet did not leave his self-sacrificing nanny, Umm Ayman, who treated him as if she was his mother, who put up with all kinds of problems, misfortunes, and agonies for the sake of her belief and who underwent tortures for it, alone.

Once, he addressed his Companions as follows:

“He who wants to marry a woman of Paradise should marry Umm Ayman.”

Thus, he indicated that she was a woman of Paradise. When Umm Ayman heard this word of the Messenger of Allah about her, she became very happy. Could there have been happiness greater than this for a Muslim?

The first person who answered the call of the Messenger of Allah was his adopted son Zayd bin Haritha. Hz. Zayd was a young Companion. He wanted to marry an old woman like Umm Ayman only in order to please the Messenger of Allah (pbuh). He preferred the consent of the Prophet to worldly pleasures. After that, the Messenger of Allah married this great Companion off to his nanny. The great Islamic commander, Usama bin Zayd, who was a great Companion like his father, was born out of this marriage.( al-Isaba, 4: 432; Tabaqat, 8: 224. )

Umm Ayman had a different place in the eye of the Prophet.

He sometimes made jokes to please her. However, the Prophet told the truth even when he made a joke. He rejoiced his addressees without offending them. Once, Hz. Umm Ayman went into the presence of the Messenger of Allah and said to him, “Will you find me an animal to ride?” The Messenger of Allah said, “I will give you the offspring of a she-camel to ride.” Umm Ayman did not understand the joke of the Messenger of Allah and said, “O Messenger of Allah, the offspring of a she-camel will not be able to carry me. I do not want a  young camel.“ The Prophet repeated his word: "I will give you the offspring of a she-camel to ride!”( Tabaqat, 8: 224. )Thus, the Prophet told the truth even when he made a joke. Are old camels not born of she-camels?

Umm Ayman was close to the Prophet when he died. She could not help crying. They asked her, “Why are you crying so much?” She said, “I am crying because the revelation ended.”

After the Prophet, Hz. Abu Bakr ve Hz. Umar showed the respect that this woman deserved to her. For, the people that the Messenger of Allah appreciated were valuable in the eye of the Companions, too. Therefore, they visited her from time to time and met her needs. And she prayed for them. ( Muslim, Fadailu’s-Sahaba: 103. )

Umm Ayman, who got very old, died during the first years of the caliphate of Hz. Uthman. One hadith reported by her is as follows:

“Do not abandon any fard prayers deliberately. A person who abandons prayers deliberately is deprived of the protection of Allah and His Messenger.” ( Musnad, 6: 421. )

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( jason ralph, homosexual, cis male + he/him ) isn’t that rhys auclair? i’ve seen them hanging out with the fairies. i hear they’re 300, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 20 years. they seem to be friendly & intelligent, but also stubborn & blinded by love. it’s cool that they’re capable of solar magic with darkness manipulation!

Born under starlight in what is now modern day France, Rhysand Auclair was darn to the stars from his first breath. So it surprised no one when his magic was one of solar mimicking the very stars that he had been born under. He was the starlight prince to a country that no longer exists faded away only to remain in memories.

Before his land was destroyed, Rhys was indeed a prince of starlight living in a storybook like castle where he could use his magic freely and not have to hide the stars in his eyes that shone like the night sky. He was happy and free and yet destined to be married to a woman whom he did not love. The princess was cruel and hateful and Rhys snuck away from their courting outings to go find the one he was in love with; a noble man by the name of Leonid.

Stolen kisses under the stars and whispers of confessions and promises of the future, Rhys thought he would be okay with this because even if he had to marry the cruel woman at least he could have his love in his life as long as no one knew. Blinded by love Rhys had no idea that the princess he was doomed to marry had found out about his midnight trysts and one night the starlight prince was greeted with the bloody body of Leonid and his dreams shattered.

Refusing to marry the cruel princess due to heartbreak, a war broke out between their countries and eventually Rhys was the only starlight fae of his lands left among the burning rubble of what was once his home. Surrendering his title and riches, he promised to leave and never go back even if it meant leaving his love's grave behind him.

Rhys wasn't sure how long he traveled the world until one day he heard a familiar cackle of laughter. Following the sound he was greeted with a face that he only saw in dreams; Leonid. Happy beyond words he ran to the man and hugged him confusing the other who had no idea who Rhys was. It was in that moment that Rhys realized that this was not his Leonid but a version of him as if given to him like a gift for a second chance at love.

It again ended in tragedy and Leonid dying in his arms this time.

This time it only took him a few more years before he ran into the man again as if fate was purposely pushing them together so the cycle could repeat; meet, fall in love, Leonid dying in his arms.

Some of their lives together last longer than others and some of them end within days of meeting. Rhys has no idea why it keeps happening, why he keeps meeting his reincarnated love over and over only to lose him again but the past few he has started to actively search for him hoping that if he finds him quicker than in the past they would get more time together.

The last cycle, Rhys was lucky enough to keep Leonid long enough that they were married before the man was succumbed to a sickness not even his starlight could heal. He still wears the ring on his finger and calls him his husband even though it has been over 30 years since he lost him.

Rhys was drawn to Alexandria about 20 years ago, working at the bookstore and trying to live a simple life knowing soon he will run into Leo once again to start the cycle over. He just hopes that this one will be the one he finally gets to keep him because he's getting really tired of having to burry the man he loves.

Rhys' wings are pitch black with starlight flickering through them like stars. He also has stars in the iris of his eyes that shift and change with the current night sky.

Wanted Connections -Friends -Failed dates because someone is too hung up on his reincarnated dead lover -Being a nerd, Rhys would love to have someone to talk books/comics with -Someone to grab a drink with once a week and just shoot the shit with.

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Sean Kavanagh Dowsett

Another Irishman with a British accent and a store in NYC's Greenwich Village. I cannot say it any better than so so many others have already done today. One of the kindest, nicest people I have shared this planet with. May your next chapter be full of the love and laughter you gave to us all..........I am devastated by this news and will miss sitting on the bench for hours discussing politics, both national and local, all while watching you treat everyone who came by with so much love and respect.

Amy Pickard

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This guy. Sean Kavanagh-Dowsett. Funny, punny, beautiful. So many memories of laughing and joking with him. There was almost nothing he couldn't take care of and he was always looking out for me (and everyone!). I will miss him terribly and my trips to NYC will not be the same without his presence. My heart goes out to Nicky Perry, Audrey and his family. An unbearable loss that they must bear. He will always live on in our hearts.

COOL FOR CATS! One of my dearest friends Sean Sean Kavanagh-Dowsett @kavanaghdowsett has left us..and has left a hole in my heart. We met in the 1980s and years later saw Sean at Bleeker Park in NYC he was the only dad in a Fluffer shirt and would pass the time watching our kids play and grow up. Every Halloween with the amazing costunes he made for Audrey, he and I would walk around Chelsea with our kids. But the really amazing thing Sean did was to accompany me on my annual cancer check ups and after we would go to Tea & Sympathy for my fav skineheads on rafts, cottage pie, and a cuppa. We would talk about fashion and denim of course, rant about politics, or he'd tell me a totally inapproriate joke. He would pick me up in his English taxi and was always there with a smile and a joke. We had this routine for many years and I feel gutted that will not see or talk to my amazing and true friend. My heart goes out to you Nicky ( one of the strongest woman I know ) and I have always admired your unbinding love for each other...and Audrey... may your love be your strength. I will miss You Sean! Thank you for being my friend...the Pearly King of NYC!

I’m devasted by the passing of one of the most joyful and charismatic people I’ve ever met - Sean Kavanagh-Dowsett, co-owner of Tea & Sympathy. A loving husband, father, community leader, gracious host and all-around character, his absence leaves a hole in all our hearts. Upon meeting him for the first time, Sean would treat you with the same jocularity, kindness and familiarly as someone he had known for decades. My heart goes out to his wife Nicky and daughter Audrey, whom he loved more than life itself.

Oberon Sinclair

We lost a British King in New York today. Sean Dowsett-Kavanagh. Loving husband to @nickyperry.kd & father to @audrey.kav. Sean was a friend for 30 years. I met him when he started dating Nicky, and I’ve never seen a man swoon over a woman, like he did with Nicky. They married and was always boastful about how much he loved her. Would always share his joy at finding rare gifts that were impossible to find for her. He never minced his words and could take the Mickey out of anyone, myself included and you’d tear up laughing. He was kind to everyone and didn’t suffer fools. We raised our daughters together and would pop into Bleecker Park back in the day, often by the sandpit with @abekton @samanthahall666 & bring us @teaandsympathynyc food and alcohol disguised. We’d sit on the park bench and laugh with Nicky for hours. They both made parenthood bearable amongst all the competitive parents we had to endure back then. He’d often be riding around the west village in his British Black taxi Cab and one day we took our girls to see One Direction at Jones Beach and were in line to get into Jones Beach-traffic line for days. He had a British flag on the taxi and as people passed us in line, Sean screamed out the window, “I’ve got the boys in the back”- he was referring to One Direction and of course it caused a Beatlemania craze around the taxi. Girls scrambling to look in the car. I cried laughing so hard. I never thought I’d be writing these words so soon, to someone that gave so much love to our community. He showed all of us how much he loved Nicky and Audrey. Today, I salute this fine gentleman, friend, one of a kind man that will remain in our hearts forever. Rest in peace, Sean. Love to you @nickyperry.kd & @audrey.kav

Adam Nelson

To have lost such a light seems so incredibly unjust. What a twinkling spirit! What a bawdy beaut of a man! Sean Kavanagh-Dowsett encapsulated love in all of its vividness and that was evident in every single pebble pressed into the asphalt of Greenwich Avenue. It shined through his everlasting devotion to his soul mate Nicky and their divine daughter Audrey, the blockbuster businesses they built together which thrived with theatricality, his fantastic dialect delivered with devilish delight, his comradery with longstanding customers, the joy he derived from political finger-poking and the problems of New York City proper, the grand jokes that always gassed the guts, his keen insights into almost everything. To say he was unique, impressive, charming, kind, dapper, and absolutely cool as fuck would be a disservice to description. He was quite simply one of the wisest, quick-witted wonders of the world. One the best blokes under the sun and I will love him forever. From the very bottom of my broken heart, it hurts to say goodbye. — with Sean Kavanagh-Dowsett at Tea & Sympathy.

Lady Bunny 

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Last weekend was a sad one, because we lost Sean Kavanagh-Dowsett. One of the friendliest faces on Greenwich Avenue, along with his wife Nicky, Sean ran Tea & Sympathy--the quirky english restaurant which somehow manages to make UK food tasty. (One trick is pureed parsnips to thicken and slightly sweeten their divine soups.) The restaurant's been on my block for decades, and a familiar pattern emerged. I'd see Nicky outside, she'd gripe about something and I would, too. Then Sean would pop out and punctuate our bitchfest with a dirty joke. He loved people and joking, even though sometimes his delivery was better than the jokes themselves. (He loved a looong joke with a suspect punchline.)

Together, Sean and Nicky cultivated a scene which attracted celebs from Boy George to David Bowie to Dame Judi Dench to SJP--along with neighbors like myself, and passersby like Flotilla Debarge. While I'll miss being "tag-teamed" by this couple of Brits, I know that Nicky is a right ol' scrubber who will grieve for a while and then get back to her old ways. Just without dear Sean. He'd been battling cancer for months, so his passing wasn't sudden or a shock. But that doesn't make it any less final or less depressing. After his diagnosis, Sean would refer to himself as a "skinny bitch" due to his dramatic weight loss. I wondered if he was aware that was a Trixie Mattel saying.

One day, I'd found some furniture on the street and was trying to drag it home. Sean ran up to help, grabbing it and single-handedly managing this dresser on the stairs in a way which would've taken me hours to do. In a world where so many frown on Alpha males, Sean was a benevolent Alpha, who used his brain and brawn to help others. A loyal friend, he once tried to hook me up with the producer of a radio show in the UK to do my own show. Sitting here crying now, and this time it ain't allergies.

Here's Sean, in all his gorgeousness, with his daughter Audrey on his left side. (I'm Aunt Bunny.) A young lady now, I bumped into her yesterday outside the shop and she seemed to be coping. And the circle of life continues.

R.I.P. Sean. You made so many of us oddballs feel welcome 'round the old avenue, and every single one of us misses you terribly. My condolences to his wife Nicky, who must be going through it like anyone who loses a loving spouse would be. Maybe even a little more, because these two made one helluva team. But Nicky will be holding court again outside Tea & Sympathy before you know it. And in Sean's honor, I'll tell the long, crappy jokes for him from now on to keep his memory alive.

A memorial is planned for May 9th. See less

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Handmaid's Tales story, reviews and opinion... (book and a series)- a story about how not to treat women

 The Handmaid's Tale - a novel by Canadian writer Margaret Atwood published in 1985 in Toronto by "McClelland & Stewart. A dystopia maintained in the convention of sociological science fiction, the action of which takes place in the near future in the United States. The book won the first ever Arthur C. Clarke Award for the best science fiction novel published in Great Britain. The novel, feminist in meaning, is associated by critics with a reaction to the rule of Ronald Reagan, the Republican president of the USA when attempts were made to limit emancipation processes. The piece is a psychological study of a young woman placed in an extreme life situation. In 2019, the author released a sequel to the novel, The Testaments, set 15 years after the events described in The Handmaid's Tale.

The plot of the novel is set in the near future in the Republic of Gilead - a country created on the territory of the present United States. Created by a racist-nationalist terrorist organization with a religious profile - the Bank of Thoughts of the Sons of Jacob - it is an ideological response to the all-encompassing ecological disaster, infertility, and the collapse of society. The imprisonment and assassination of the president and the dissolution of Congress led to the downfall of the legitimate government and the suspension of the constitution. The new authorities quickly took on the characteristics of a religiously oriented military dictatorship and began to transform society according to new principles, based primarily on the Old Testament. The rulers of Gilead, literally reading the words of the Bible, breed crowds of fertile women to breed, the titled "handmaids". A handyman is given to a distinguished companion who cannot have offspring in his marriage. In an elaborate sexual ritual, the handmaid is impregnated by the man while resting in his wife's arms. The protagonist of the novel is an unnamed young woman captured while trying to escape to Canada, during which she is separated from her husband Łukasz, and their daughter ends up in an unknown place. The heroine is sent to a camp for handmaids, and after training, she ends up at the home of the Commander and his wife Serena Joy. There he meets Nick, the Commandant's young chauffeur, thanks to whom he has a chance to regain his lost freedom.

Freda is a Handmaiden assigned to the house of one of the Commanders. She must be absolutely obedient, abide by the rules of steel, and endure the Wife's treatment without batting an eyelid. Her only contact with the outside world is once a day, going shopping and secretly communicating with another Handmaiden assigned to her pair. Once a month, during the Fertilization Ceremony, she must pray to get pregnant. Handmaids that are infertile are assigned to Unwomen and sent to the Colony.

"Then she said, "I have Bilhah, my slave girl. Approach her that she may give birth to a child on my lap; though in this way I shall have offspring from you."

Genesis 30:3

The Republic of Gilead, where the plot takes place, was founded in the northern part of the United States, on the foundations of extremely orthodox principles. Due to the ever-decreasing birth rate, all fertile women were forcibly rounded up. They were forced into absolute obedience. In a submissive, passive way, they must obey a series of rules that apply to them. And actually, it's hard to say whether there are more things that must or that they can't.

They can't talk, they can't touch anything. All text has been replaced with pictures because they can't be read. They can't express themselves, they can't communicate with each other, and they can't look at each other.

They must obey their Commander's Wife and obediently lie down during the Fertilization Ceremony. They need to take care of themselves because they are the vessels in which new life will arise. They must pray as much as possible and must attend the execution of those who disobey...

It's not just the Handmaid's life that's hard. Over the course of the story, we discover that each woman has strictly assigned tasks that she must fulfill and show maximum subordination. What's most tragic, at every step they have to show how happy they are with the life they lead and grateful for what they do. Because they have had the honor of participating in great work.

"Better" is never better for everyone, he says. “It's always worse for some people.

Freda, as the heroine, is initially a very mysterious character. In order to show her life as accurately as possible (first person narrative, because it is her story) she allows us to feel how much she is really allowed. Her life is incredibly poor in experiences in every field. The greatest tragedy of her and her friends is that they remember the lives they led before. That they were wives and mothers. That they had a job, a home, and could laugh whenever they felt like it. These memories, on the one hand, give them the strength to survive the next day, and on the other hand, plunge them into more and more stagnation.

The hallmark of Atwood's novels is peace and quiet. No one screams in it, no one calls for justice, and no one opposes. Such controlled and dispassionate brutality literally deprives hope. And this is the most shocking because it shows silent surrender, hopelessness, and lack of possibility to change.

The world created by the author is quiet and gloomy, but this silence screams. And it's fascinating because I've never experienced such a climate anywhere else. Freda's thought process is completely opposite to what is going on around her and what she agrees to. And we wait all the time for something to break. And this anticipation, I must admit, is exhausting!

I highly recommend it.

Dystopian literature is probably my favorite genre, it arouses incredible emotions in me on the border of realism and fantasy. The book is not overrated, which I feared. It's a good piece of history, extraordinary and sickly fascinating. The ending is quite surprising and worth reading until the last line.

Mysterious deals with the Commander, secrets of the Wife, hidden, forbidden love, powerless underground. This book is bursting with events and emotions, although it is shrouded in paralyzing silence.

My rating: is 7/10

"I'm sorry that there is so much pain in this story. That it is torn like flesh pierced by a series of bullets.

But there's nothing I can do about it."

Characters

Freda, Handmaid

The main character was separated from her husband and daughter after the founding of the Republic of Gilead and is a representative of the first generation of Gilead women: those who still remember the period before the creation of this totalitarian state. As a fertile woman, she belongs to the most valuable wealth of the time and goes to the Rachel and Leah Center - a training camp for future Handmaids. She is then placed as a slave in the home of Commander Fred and his wife Serena Joy. She is to give birth to a healthy child.

Freda is not her real name, but a name that describes her affiliation (meaning she belongs to Commander Fred). Her original name is unknown (although it can be inferred that her name was June). We know, however, that during her stay at the Commandant's house, Podręczna is 33 years old.

Commander

His name is Fred. Little is known about his past - during one of his meetings with Freda, he mentions that he used to be involved in the so-called market research. He is probably one of the founding fathers of Gilead and the author of its laws.

Serena Joy

She used to be a TV star and now she's married to a fundamentalist religious regime she helped create. All power and fame, as well as other women, were taken from her by the regime. She is an old and infertile woman. She feels humiliated by having to use the Handmaiden, especially during the regular fertility ceremony - the Commander then intercourses with the Handmaid lying on his wife's lap.

Glen

Freda's neighbor, who, like her, belongs to the Handhelds. Every day they do shopping together in such a way that none of the Handmaids is ever alone and each watches over the behavior of the other. Glena is a member of the Mayday Resistance (a secret organization in rebellion against Gilead). Unlike the relatively passive Freda, Glena is very brave. During the so-called Participation (a cruel ritual in which the Handmaids are goaded into beating a man accused of alleged rape and infanticide) Glen stuns the man about to be lynched to spare him the pain. Glenn eventually commits suicide before the government arrests her as a member of the resistance.

Freda then gets another Handmaid as a mate, also named Glena, who refuses to share her feelings about Gilead and warns Freda against making such judgments.

Nick

The Commander's driver lives above the garage. At the suggestion of Serena Joy, Freda begins a sexual relationship with him to increase her chances of getting pregnant and saving herself from being sent to the infamous Colony. Over time, Freda develops feelings for Nick, even telling him about her life before the founding of Gilead. Nick is an ambiguous hero, and Freda doesn't quite know if he's on the side of the government or the resistance. At the end of the story, however, Nick reveals his true political affiliation and arranges Freda's escape.

Moira

She is Freda's close friend from her student days. An important aspect of Moira is her homosexuality and resistance to the new regime. Moira ended up at the Red Center (officially called the Rachel and Leah Center) for future Handmaids shortly after Fred. During her stay in the center, Moira manages to escape - she steals Aunt's clothes (sister superior) and leaves the Center in her disguise without any problems. Freda loses sight of her for several years.

He meets her only in Jezebel - an exclusive brothel for senior officials of the regime. Moira tells Freda in the restroom that after escaping she was captured and given the choice between being sent to Cologne or prostitution.

Remember the story of Jacob and Rachel from the Old Testament? A quick reminder - Rachel was infertile, but she really wanted to give a child to her beloved. So she gave him her maid, Bilhah, who had no choice but to hand them over to their legal guardians after the children were born.

Several thousand years later, God decided to punish people for their sins, licentious behavior, and hedonistic tendencies. He cursed them with a declining birthrate. Unable to cope with the situation, the people decided to return to what is written in the Bible, because only the humble will be blessed. Thus begins a revolution in the name of a better tomorrow. A revolution in which women are fertile cattle, all minorities are eliminated and the notion of freedom disappears for good. Welcome to the world of The Handmaid's Tale. Praised be.

In recent years, dystopias on the big screen have mostly been associated with teenage blockbusters. Some of them cannot be denied bravado in their approach to the subject, but most lacked depth. Even earlier, "Children of Men", "V for Vendetta" and "Blade Runner" cemented the anti-utopia genre in film history. Interestingly, both cinema and television derive their dystopian ideas mainly from literature. It is no different with "The Handmaid's Tale", which is based on Margaret Atwood's novel from 32 years ago.

The timeliness of such mature material may be surprising. It might seem that in our time the events presented in the series are not supposed to take place. However, it is enough to read about the procedure of women's mutilation through circumcision or the liquidation of people with a different sexual orientation to understand that we are already partly living in the reality of the series. Maybe that's why "The Handmaid's Tale" is so emotionally charged.

The story of June (the brilliant Elisabeth Moss), who was named Offred in a post-coup world, is the story of a mother whose daughter was taken, her husband killed and put into the service of the Waterford State. Service in which I assume the role of the aforementioned Bilhah. What does this mean in practice? June is raped by the master of the house while his wife holds her on her lap. All in the name of the greater good - the conception of a child. Any attempt to escape or disobey ends in torture. In this new, fanatical world, no one can be trusted, and any privileges are reserved only for men.

Gloomy photos are a great way to show the barrenness of the post-revolutionary world. Empty and sterile rooms, limiting the characters' costumes to a few colors show the ideal order of the new regime and increase the feeling of hopelessness accompanying the heroines.

At certain moments, the creators could resort to greater subtlety, and some threads are conducted in an overly obvious way. You can also attach yourself to not always hit songs that simply do not match the scenes presented. This does not change the fact that the blow we get in the face watching this dark, the dehumanized story is extremely strong. Once a character says that "Better is never better for everyone. It's always worse for some." Better is the enemy of "good", it becomes an excuse in uncertain times. Sometimes, however, even the worst state of affairs can be better than a revolution. Especially when it leads to treating people with rules written several thousand years ago.

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It’s 17 Mar 2023, which is the other End of the Ides of March, which is reflexive over the 15th, because the original conception of the Ides was the half of a month, and that Halving runs over a spread of days, of which we preserve generally the first marker, with the second, like in March, marking an additional dimensional attachment, that being spring and the Goddess of the Ring. I agree with you that they must have known of the different timings of spring, and areas where there is not much spring at all, so they picked a Halving for that because that Halving then connects to the boundary of the Thing of spring, meaning you can take that as an encoding of the dimensions they saw.

How weird is it that women are moving toward a gender inclusiveness, like I gather a referendum to admit trans males passed at Wellesley, which is hard to understand unless the label of woman is changing, even as men have become more violent and confrontational. It looks to me like men are acting out fears, acting out the negatives, and I think that is driving women when they need to be driving men. I used the word without thinking of the reference. It’s about who is responding, who is leading, who is directing.

One way of thinking about this is the way we present Lady MacBeth as a schemer and as an embodiment of evil. She is that way only because she serves her husband’s desires, which means she is the woman he deserves, whom he picked because she would back him to the hilt, so that his ambition became her ambition. Women bring that out, so they should bring out the better in men instead. The play thus includes a female perspective in which this is a cautionary tale of love and honor and commitment within a marriage.

That brings us to Romeo being an idiot, and the problem in the play being that he can’t carry out the plan because he’s a boy. If only he had more girl in him, which should have been the case, which makes the next cautionary tale of love: if Romeo were your soulmate, then he would not have given up because he would have felt that connection to Juliet, that thread of never giving up hope even when all hope is lost which Jane perfectly captured, and thus their connection was not eternal but an imitation presented through alluring surfaces.

Anyway. I slept. Til 8:30, and went to bed before midnight ‘cause I couldn’t stay up. I’ll get there. I’m keeping you at arms length until I’m walking.

I played piano and posted a video of it on Facebook. I realized the piano is set up in a Triangular, which is a Fano plane, which is the connection into groups and thus into efficient structures for calculation, which enables Halving and 1-0Segments which connect the soft pedal to the regular to the sustain. It’s even visible in the center pedal. This inherently makes learning more efficient because you naturally can hear and thus physically produce and imitate when using this arrangement. And it’s Triangular with grid squares because you enact this with 2 hands and 2 feet, sometimes all four, sometimes maybe even just holding the sustain. So we have a literal example of Triangular to grid squares under our hands, right in front of us, essentially every day.

Since I haven’t played guitar in years, and really would want to flip it to my natural side, the Triangular there is what? Two hands. Open string or not, played or not. That’s more a structure of 4 that cuts into 3’s, which means the guitar symbolizes the Bip because you can’t hit all those states at once. Look: you can hit all the strings and have them open and not, can hit some of the strings and have them open and not, and each of those states - I hope this is correct - is a choice of a single option which becomes 2. As in, if I finger a fret, then there’s an action at the strum hand, to pick that note or play it with other notes that may or may not be fretted. But it doesn’t work the same the other way because if I fret a note that’s been hit, the sound stops, which may be desired in some cases, but it’s a different effect. Not sold. The obvious Triangular is 2 hands to the music, which connects to the grid squares of 2 ears and thus we have an HG, 2 over the music to the 2 ears. So that’s a much better Triangular idea, much simpler, and I won’t erase the first stab.

BTW, this means Caesar would have thought Ides of March is a period of time, not a day. And thus he felt at ease in the Senate where he thought his allies would keep him safe. What a great thought!

I love the dead end imagery because it’s so Thesesu and Ariadne and it’s so true about developing the understanding by putting in the work to flesh that out.

Took a short break to cut up some old bread to throw outside. Have to get to work because my head started to fill with a porn musical. Sex and good thoughts, like on the walls of the main room in Albert Barnes’ teaching collection. What a fantastic resource he created for the making of an artist.

So, we’ve located examples in musical instruments, which is super cool because that combines so bluntly with math, and the idea that the instruments represent the history easily transforms to the instruments represent the math behind them, from their tuning to these mathematical objects which naturally arise because these are waves.

This is almost unreally wonderful.

I just ate leftover squash ravioli. Eh. Tilted a bit too much to sweet.

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Gunman kills six, including ex-wife, in Mississippi  

Tate County Sheriff  Lance said deputies caught up with Crum outside his own home and arrested him. Behind the residence they found two handymen slain by gunfire — one in the road, another in an SUV.

ARKABUTLA: A lone gunman killed six people including his ex-wife and stepfather Friday at multiple locations in a tiny rural community in northern Mississippi, the sheriff said, leaving investigators searching for clues to what motivated the rampage.

Armed with a shotgun and two handguns, 52-year-old Richard Dale Crum opened fire at about 11 a.m. and killed a man in the driver's seat of a pickup truck parked outside a convenience store in Arkabutla, near the Tennessee state line, Tate County Sheriff Brad Lance said.

Deputies were working the crime scene when a second 911 call alerted authorities to another shooting a few miles away. After arriving at a home, they found a woman, whom the sheriff identified as Crum's ex-wife, shot dead and her current husband wounded.

Lance said deputies caught up with Crum outside his own home and arrested him. Behind the residence they found two handymen slain by gunfire — one in the road, another in an SUV. Inside a neighboring home, they discovered the bodies of Crum's stepfather and his stepfather's sister.

“Everybody has crime, and from time to time we have violent crime, but certainly nothing of this magnitude,” Lance said in an interview. He added: “Without being able to say what triggered this, that’s the scary part.”

Crum, 52, was jailed without bond on a single charge of capital murder, and Lance said investigators were working to bring additional charges. It was not immediately known if Crum had an attorney who could speak on his behalf.

That initial murder charge was for the killing of Chris Eugene Boyce, 59, the man who was shot outside the store. Boyce's brother was in the truck with him at the time and fled, according to the sheriff. Lance added that Crum chased the brother through a wooded area before he escaped unharmed.

Deputy Tate County Coroner Ernie Lentz identified the others killed as Debra Crum, 60; Charles Manuel, 76; John Rorie, 59; George McCain, 73; and Lynda McCain, 78. Lentz also said Boyce was from Lakeland, Florida.

Ethan Cash, who lives near the store, told WREG-TV he heard a gunshot from inside his house.

“I had just woken up and I look back here, and I see dude walking back here with a shotgun,” he said.

Cash added that he went to the scene and found one person who had been shot. He checked for a pulse, but found none.

In the lobby of the Sheriff’s Office, Norma Washington told The Associated Press that Boyce was her nephew. She said he and the brother, Doug, who lives in Alaska, had been in town cleaning up a property they inherited from their deceased uncle.

“I lost my brother, and now this one,” Washington said. “This has been something else.”

It was unclear whether Crum knew either of the brothers.

The killings stunned residents of Arkabutla, home to 285 people and located about 30 miles (50 kilometers) south of Memphis, Tennessee. It's the hometown of famed actor James Earl Jones, and nearby Arkabutla Lake is a popular fishing and recreational destination.

An elementary school and a high school in nearby Coldwater both went on lockdown while the suspect was being sought, according to the Coldwater Elementary School Facebook page. A short time later, a second post on the page said the lockdown had been lifted and “all students and staff are safe.”

April Wade, who lives in Arkabutla and grew up in Coldwater, said both are small communities where most people know each other, “but if you don’t, you know somebody who knows somebody.”

Speaking from a local tire store in the afternoon, Wade said she and her husband were aware of the shootings but had not yet heard the names of the suspect or victims.

“I think it’s crazy,” Wade said. “You do not expect something like that to happen so close to home.”

The Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives said its agents were providing assistance to the sheriff’s department and state investigators. Lance said one of their top priorities was to determine a motive.

The sheriff, who has lived in the area his entire life and served in law enforcement for 25 years, said he could recall no prior problems with Crum.

The shootings are the first mass killing in the U.S. since Jan. 23, which saw the last of six in a three-week period, according to an Associated Press/USA Today database. It defines a mass killing as four or more people dead, not including the perpetrator.

In a statement, President Joe Biden said he and first lady Jill Biden were mourning the six victims and praying for the survivors. He urged Congress to act now on gun law reforms to address what he called “an epidemic” of gun violence.

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Gunman kills six, including ex-wife, in Mississippi  

Tate County Sheriff  Lance said deputies caught up with Crum outside his own home and arrested him. Behind the residence they found two handymen slain by gunfire — one in the road, another in an SUV.

ARKABUTLA: A lone gunman killed six people including his ex-wife and stepfather Friday at multiple locations in a tiny rural community in northern Mississippi, the sheriff said, leaving investigators searching for clues to what motivated the rampage.

Armed with a shotgun and two handguns, 52-year-old Richard Dale Crum opened fire at about 11 a.m. and killed a man in the driver's seat of a pickup truck parked outside a convenience store in Arkabutla, near the Tennessee state line, Tate County Sheriff Brad Lance said.

Deputies were working the crime scene when a second 911 call alerted authorities to another shooting a few miles away. After arriving at a home, they found a woman, whom the sheriff identified as Crum's ex-wife, shot dead and her current husband wounded.

Lance said deputies caught up with Crum outside his own home and arrested him. Behind the residence they found two handymen slain by gunfire — one in the road, another in an SUV. Inside a neighboring home, they discovered the bodies of Crum's stepfather and his stepfather's sister.

“Everybody has crime, and from time to time we have violent crime, but certainly nothing of this magnitude,” Lance said in an interview. He added: “Without being able to say what triggered this, that’s the scary part.”

Crum, 52, was jailed without bond on a single charge of capital murder, and Lance said investigators were working to bring additional charges. It was not immediately known if Crum had an attorney who could speak on his behalf.

That initial murder charge was for the killing of Chris Eugene Boyce, 59, the man who was shot outside the store. Boyce's brother was in the truck with him at the time and fled, according to the sheriff. Lance added that Crum chased the brother through a wooded area before he escaped unharmed.

Deputy Tate County Coroner Ernie Lentz identified the others killed as Debra Crum, 60; Charles Manuel, 76; John Rorie, 59; George McCain, 73; and Lynda McCain, 78. Lentz also said Boyce was from Lakeland, Florida.

Ethan Cash, who lives near the store, told WREG-TV he heard a gunshot from inside his house.

“I had just woken up and I look back here, and I see dude walking back here with a shotgun,” he said.

Cash added that he went to the scene and found one person who had been shot. He checked for a pulse, but found none.

In the lobby of the Sheriff’s Office, Norma Washington told The Associated Press that Boyce was her nephew. She said he and the brother, Doug, who lives in Alaska, had been in town cleaning up a property they inherited from their deceased uncle.

“I lost my brother, and now this one,” Washington said. “This has been something else.”

It was unclear whether Crum knew either of the brothers.

The killings stunned residents of Arkabutla, home to 285 people and located about 30 miles (50 kilometers) south of Memphis, Tennessee. It's the hometown of famed actor James Earl Jones, and nearby Arkabutla Lake is a popular fishing and recreational destination.

An elementary school and a high school in nearby Coldwater both went on lockdown while the suspect was being sought, according to the Coldwater Elementary School Facebook page. A short time later, a second post on the page said the lockdown had been lifted and “all students and staff are safe.”

April Wade, who lives in Arkabutla and grew up in Coldwater, said both are small communities where most people know each other, “but if you don’t, you know somebody who knows somebody.”

Speaking from a local tire store in the afternoon, Wade said she and her husband were aware of the shootings but had not yet heard the names of the suspect or victims.

“I think it’s crazy,” Wade said. “You do not expect something like that to happen so close to home.”

The Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives said its agents were providing assistance to the sheriff’s department and state investigators. Lance said one of their top priorities was to determine a motive.

The sheriff, who has lived in the area his entire life and served in law enforcement for 25 years, said he could recall no prior problems with Crum.

The shootings are the first mass killing in the U.S. since Jan. 23, which saw the last of six in a three-week period, according to an Associated Press/USA Today database. It defines a mass killing as four or more people dead, not including the perpetrator.

In a statement, President Joe Biden said he and first lady Jill Biden were mourning the six victims and praying for the survivors. He urged Congress to act now on gun law reforms to address what he called “an epidemic” of gun violence.

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The colossal statue of Amenhotep III and Tiye is a monolith group statue of Egyptian pharaoh Amenhotep III of the eighteenth dynasty, his great royal wife Tiye, and three of their daughters. It is the largest known dyad ever carved. the statue originally stood in Medinet Habu, western Thebes statue is made of limestone, its width is 4,4 m, its height is 7 m. The almond shaped eyes and curved eyebrows of the figures are of typical late 18th dynasty style. Amenhotep iii wears the nemes headdress with uraeus, a false beard and a kilt; he is resting his hands on his knees. queen Tiye is sitting on his left, her right arm is placed around her husband's waist. Her height is equal to that of the pharaoh, which shows her prominent status. she wears an ankle-length, close-fitting dress and a heavy wig with a vulture headdress, modius and double uraei. the cobras and the vulture are crowned, the proper right cobra wears the white crown of upper Egypt, while the proper left one wears the red crown of lower Egypt. The three smaller figures depict three of their daughters. princess Henuttaneb, standing between her parents, is depicted as a grown woman, in a close-fitting dress and a full wig with modius and plumes but without uraei (this is the only difference between her mother's headdress and hers). next to Amenhotep stands the damaged figure of a younger daughter, Nebetah, while next to Tiye stands the even more damaged figure of another princess, whose name has been lost. the dyad is one of only two statues depicting Henuttaneb, and the only one of Nebetah

The statue is likely to have been carved around the first sed festival of Amenhotep III. Arielle kozloff writes that the age of the daughters depicted on the monument, especially that of henuttaneb, and the style of queen Tiye's wig, which was "at its most developed, nearly shrouding her face" suggests that the statue was made during the third decade of the king's reign. it is possible that it was made from the good quality limestone which was removed to create the open courtyard of tt192 – a huge tomb belonging to queen Tiye's steward kheruef, work on which was started around this time.the eldest daughter of the royal couple, sitamun is absent from the statue group, probably because she was elevated to the rank of great royal wife by year 30 of Amenhotep's reign. henuttaneb was the second or third daughter, born either before or after Iset, who became queen in year 34. henuttaneb is nowhere mentioned as a queen, but on this colossus she is described as "the companion of Horus, who is in his heart". this is the only instance of this queenly title being given to a princess, and her name is sometimes written in a cartouche, which may indicate that she was elevated to queen like sitamun and Iset. the third princess on the statue, whose name is destroyed is sometimes tentatively identified as Iset, but Amenhotep may have had as many as sixteen daughters, not all of whom are known to us.the statue belonged to the mortuary temple of Amenhotep III which has been mostly destroyed since, but during its time was the largest temple complex in Thebes, surpassing even the Karnak temple. as it was built too close to the floodplain, less than two hundred years later it already stood in ruins and most of its stones were reused by later pharaohs for their own building projects. the place where the statue was found is likely to have been the south gate of the mortuary temple complex, as it is as far from the temple as the colossi of Memon at the east gate.

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