My subconscious has a v. peculiar fashion of celebrating Guy Fawkes Day

[truepenny]

Perfectly nice dream, sort of Jane Austen crossed with Louisa May Alcott, claiming to be a biopic of the Brontës, which, no, not so much, but that's okay, it's a dream, and everyone's very pretty and well dressed--

--and then Janet Leigh! Behind the door! With a knife!

Aieeeee!

She offed Marmee, which is a pretty good night's work for a dead movie actress.

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[rysmiel.livejournal.com]

"Never before has so much been owed by so many to so few," said Mr. Churchill, as the curtain fell from the statue of Guy Fawkes...

[jonquil.livejournal.com]

Hee!

Tell your subconscious to kill Bronson Alcott. Bronson Alcott is a worthy victim.

[movingfinger.livejournal.com]

Second that. I did not comprehend what utter jerks he and his Transcendentalist buddies were until I visited Fruitlands, saw the house they lived in, and really understood that he dumped them in the middle of nowhere with no means of sustenance.

This dream is very very shivery, and I think it would make a great short film. After whacking Bronson Alcott, could we lose... well... either Charlotte's daddy or her husband---which of them contributed more to her death?

[jonquil.livejournal.com]

I read some biography once that argued she married Nicholls after pressure from her father who wanted to keep his menial tied to the reservation. So we can blame Father Bronté for both.

And I see that I am straying into Literary Mayhem once again.

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

Haworth Parsonage.

Which means Patrick Brontë.

Of course, what Charlotte actually died of was complications in pregnancy, so I guess we have to blame Nicholls for that. But Bront&eum; père can shoulder his share of the blame--and he gets full credit for Emily and Anne.

Branwell ... well, Branwell pretty much did it to himself.