Love Letters of Great Men, Vol. 1 is an anthology of romantic letters written by leading male historical figures. [1] The book plays a key role in the plot of the American film Sex and the City. [2] The rest... Ugh, just UGH. Alexander Pope explicitly writes that he takes a woman's silence as her "consent." Several of the men refer to the women as prizes to be "won." Laurence Sterne called his "beloved" a slut. One of the men (and by this point I was so fed up with this, I didn't note which) referred to a woman as a literal "object" that he desired. Darwin wrote about how he wanted a nice "soft wife" to look pretty "on the sofa," like some decoration -- and not, y'know, a human being. Napoleon threw tantrums because his wife -- GOD FORBID! -- had a social life and didn't sit around waiting for him to return from battle. Nearly every letter made me want to throw up. pp p   p:p:?@App p /BppBp"p p
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I have demanded parlance with your Bonnet: have asked it how many tender looks it has noticed to be directed under it; what soft words it has heard, close to its side; in what instances an air of triumph has caused it to be tossed; and whether, ever, and when, it has quivered from trembling emotions, proceeding from below. But it has proved itself a faithful keeper of secrets." As much as I loved reading about the poet, John Keats, and the reactionary critics he shared with William Hazlitt ( oh the joys of literary criticism), I also loved reading Keats' letters to the great love of his life, Fanny Brawne: Another fun part of October is to go to corn mazes which are sometimes fun and hard to do with friends and family. What makes me so sad is that this book is called "LOVE Letters of Great Men." It romanticizes the abusive, manipulative, dehumanizing behavior that these "great" men exhibit. In Sex and the City, Carrie sits and sighs over these letters. Perhaps it was poor choice on Doyle's part, in arranging this book, but none of these letters should be read as romantic. The men come off as possessive and creepy. The women don't seem to have any agency. It makes me sad.But yesterday I finally found it!! I was at a book event where they sell slightly damaged books for cheap prizes and suddenly it was there! This book is a collection of letters from (you guessed it) great men from throughout history to their love, or in some cases loves plural. Each letter is preceded by a short description of who the great man and the object/s of his affection were and a different side to these well-known names is revealed. my whole existence is devoted to her, even in spite of her. [...] My duty is to keep close to her steps, to surround her existence with mine, to serve her as a barrier against all dangers [...] p p
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To Lady Mary Wortley Montagu “Madam, there is not a day in which your figure does not appear before me; your conversations return to my thoughts, and every scene, place or occasion where I have enjoyed them are as livelily painted as an imagination equally warm and tender can be capable to represent them…For God’s sake, madam, send to me as often as you can.” It is true that you are not handsome, for you are a woman and think you are not: but this good humour and tenderness for me has a charm that cannot be resisted.

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