#pepys diary

[shakespearenews]

https://www.pepysdiary.com/diary/1661/06/04/#annotations

From thence to the Theatre and saw “Harry the 4th,” a good play. 

shakespearenews.com

[now-winter-comes-slowly]

"...and, blessed be God! the year ends..."

"Up, and at the Office all the morning. At noon Capt. Ferrers and Mr. Sheres come to me to dinner, who did, and pretty pleased with their talk of Spayne; but my wife did not come down, I suppose because she would not, Captain Ferrers being there, to oblige me by it. They gone, after dinner, I to the office, and then in the evening home, being the last day of the year, to endeavour to pay all bills and servants’ wages, &c., which I did almost to 5l. that I know that I owe in the world, but to the publique; and so with great pleasure to supper and to bed, and, blessed be God! the year ends, after some late very great sorrow with my wife by my folly, yet ends, I say, with great mutual peace and content, and likely to last so by my care, who am resolved to enjoy the sweet of it, which I now possess, by never giving her like cause of trouble. My greatest trouble is now from the backwardness of my accounts, which I have not seen the bottom of now near these two years, so that I know not in what condition I am in the world, but by the grace of God, as far as my eyes will give me leave, I will do it."

From the diary of Samuel Pepys.

[alwaysalreadyangry]

having a wonderful time perusing an anthology i got a while ago of diaries written by english women - these two passages are from the diary of Emily Pepys, who was 10-11 when keeping a diary over a period of six months in 1844 (her birthday was actually between these two entries, so in the first one she is 10 and in the second she’s 11).

[cypr1anlatew00d]

[god-of-annwn]

The Diary of Samuel Pepys OTD: Friday 28th March 1662

“At home all the morning, and dined with my wife, a good dinner. At my office all the afternoon. At night to my chamber to read and sing, and so to supper and to bed.”

[ronk]

A Diarist

I am a blogger, but I don't think I am a diarist. Most of the famous diarists didn't really intend to "publish."

Okay, I am a blogger, but I don’t think I am a diarist. What is a diarist? It is someone who is known for writing or having written a diary. Anne Frank was a famous diarist of the Second World War. I saw last week that it was the birthday of diarist Samuel Pepys, born in London, England in 1633. Pepys has been called the greatest diarist of all time due to his frank writing not only about his…

[mangled-by-disuse]

One of the most important things I've learned talking to older (like, 60+) people is

and I am being dead serious here

there are no precedented times.

(this is going to be UK-heavy bc it's what I know but I think it's transferable)

Before COVID, there was Brexit. Before then, there was the Great Recession. Before that, there was 9/11. Sandwiched between those, by the way, was the foot and mouth outbreak which felt like, on scale and impact, it should have been a decade's worth of crisis - but honestly sometimes I forget it happened, even having grown up in a hard hit area where you could see the fires.

And before 9/11, there was AIDS. There were the Troubles. The fall of the Berlin Wall, remember, the time so dramatically historic that it was declared the end of history. There was Thatcher and Reagan and the Falklands, the miner's strikes, the Winter of Discontent. People spent the 1980s inventing punk because the world couldn't last like this. My mum didn't want kids in the 70s because general consensus was that they'd drop the bomb before she got a chance to raise us.

And she had us anyway, albeit not until the 90s, and our whole lives have been an unprecedented, historical, unbearable fucking mess.

But so were our parents'. So were our grandparents (fascism! rationing! two world wars and a Great Depression! the fall of imperial politics! a major royalist reconstructionist movement! fucking Winston Churchill! most major cities in Europe leveled and completely rebuilt!), and their parents (Great War! Moroccan crisis! Bengal famine! Spanish flu! Russian Revolution! Glasgow was briefly an independent socialist state!), and theirs (cholera epidemic! women's education! Disraeli being a weirdo! Government censorship!), and theirs, and theirs, and in 1666 people were writing screeds on how it was the end times, not because of religious fervour but because of plague and famine and political upheaval and an oppressive state and false prophets and bad business decisions crashing the economy and shitty rich guys who think they're better than you but can't organise a piss-up in a brewery, and just

history is thousands of years of constant, apocalyptic upheaval. and it is not a new observation that every generation thinks this, right now, is the worst it's ever been.

But it's not. It's not the worst. It just looks different, and we have proximity bias.

This isn't sacrificing your adult life to unprecedented upheaval. This IS adult life.

I don’t know how to explain this well…but I’m 30 years old and I feel like I’ve had to ‘sacrifice’ my entire adult life to unprecedented times, the pandemic and daily anxiety over hateful politicians and whatever rights they want to take away on any given day and I’m just so fucking tired

[tenth-sentence]

But his name is immortal for other reasons: namely, from 1660 to 1669, Pepys kept what amounts perhaps to the most unfiltered diary in the history of the English language.

"Plagues Upon the Earth: Disease and the Course of Human History" - Kyle Harper

[shakespearenews]

Mr. Moore and I out again, he about his business and I to Dr. Williams: to talk with him again, and he and I walking through Lincoln’s Fields observed at the Operaa new play, “Twelfth Night” was acted there, and the King there; so I, against my own mind and resolution, could not forbear to go in, which did make the play seem a burthen to me, and I took no pleasure at all in it; and so after it was done went home with my mind troubled for my going thither, after my swearing to my wife that I would never go to a play without her.

[soreheadinamblemood]

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[sirghostheart]

Pepi, Luci, Bom and Other Girls Like Mom was an okay movie. Loved the outfits, the music and the snapshot of 1908's Spain queer counterculture clashing with conservatism via a satirical slice-of-life story, but it didn't wow me, if you get me.

Still, I'm glad I watched this and I loved Luci's character alongside Bom's.

[nbstevonnie]

some tumblr posts will have you believe that if you find a book without a blurb, no you didn't, you just didn't look hard enough, but i honest to god did find a book that had a front cover, back cover, an inside back cover and TWO inside front covers and not a single blurb on any of them. only reviews.

[liskantope]

Not sure of the term gas lighting. If it's from USA, I don't partake in colonial phrases.

...is not an combination of things I ever particularly thought I'd see put together in a single sentiment, exactly, regardless of context.

[god-of-annwn]

The Diary of Samuel Pepys OTD: Saturday 27th March 1669

“Anon to supper and to bed, my head a little troubled with the muchness of the business I have upon me at present. So to bed”

[its-elvie-innit]

New tag game choose a folder in your gallery and look the number of photos up as if it was a year. what happened that year