Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron (via ablogwithaview)
“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”
Still needed a goat, that Byron
Last days in San Diego (at Del Mar Beach)
Baby Tragos & tiger at the San Diego Safari Park (which I’ll still call the Wild Animal Park no matter what people tell me).
Baby Tragos representin’ at the park. She’ll be two in less than a month.
No matter how long I stay I stay away from Tumblr, I still miss it. Today is my 4th anniversary on Tumblr, if “on” is the right word to represent the last year and a half.
Appropriately enough, Mills and Abby came down to visit Mrs. Tragos, Baby Tragos and me in San Diego. Mrs. Tragos took this snapshot of us all tossing a football around at Torrey Pines State Beach.
What a weekend. You can search hard and wide for people like Mills and Abby, but to no avail. They are the tops.
A toast to you all on Tumblr. Hopefully my life will be such that I can return some day.
Baby Tragos & I pacing ourselves at the Gallerie dell’Accademia in Venice.
And she doesn’t even notice.