We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Lay long in bed discoursing with my wife about her mayds, which by Jane’s going away in discontent and against my opinion do make some trouble between my wife and me. But these are but foolish troubles and so not to be set to heart, yet it do disturb me mightily these things. To my office, and there all the morning. At noon being invited, I to the Sun behind the ‘Change, to dinner to my Lord Belasses, where a great deal of discourse with him, and some good, among others at table he told us a very handsome passage of the King’s sending him his message about holding out the town of Newarke, of which he was then governor for the King. This message he sent in a sluggbullet, being writ in cypher, and wrapped up in lead and swallowed. So the messenger come to my Lord and told him he had a message from the King, but it was yet in his belly; so they did give him some physique, and out it come. This was a month before the King’s flying to the Scotts; and therein he told him that at such a day, being the 3d or 6th of May, he should hear of his being come to the Scotts, being assured by the King of France that in coming to them he should be used with all the liberty, honour, and safety, that could be desired. And at the just day he did come to the Scotts. He told us another odd passage: how the King having newly put out Prince Rupert of his generallshipp, upon some miscarriage at Bristoll, and Sir Richard Willis1 of his governorship of Newarke, at the entreaty of the gentry of the County, and put in my Lord Bellasses, the great officers of the King’s army mutinyed, and come in that manner with swords drawn, into the market-place of the towne where the King was; which the King hearing, says, “I must to horse.” And there himself personally, when every body expected they should have been opposed, the King come, and cried to the head of the mutineers, which was Prince Rupert, “Nephew, I command you to be gone.” So the Prince, in all his fury and discontent, withdrew, and his company scattered, which they say was the greatest piece of mutiny in the world. Thence after dinner home to my office, and in the evening was sent to by Jane that I would give her her wages. So I sent for my wife to my office, and told her that rather than be talked on I would give her all her wages for this Quarter coming on, though two months is behind, which vexed my wife, and we begun to be angry, but I took myself up and sent her away, but was cruelly vexed in my mind that all my trouble in this world almost should arise from my disorders in my family and the indiscretion of a wife that brings me nothing almost (besides a comely person) but only trouble and discontent. She gone I late at my business, and then home to supper and to bed.
Have always detested Pepys. If all you can find to appreciate in a woman is her appearance, it might make her a tad testy, no matter how sweet she started out! Either that or you have poor judgment. If you think w a portion of your anatomy other than your brain when choosing a mate, don't expect sympathy!
Still, to be fair, Pepys' views are so common as not to surprise anyone. I teach my daughters that if you want a true friend, don't expect your mate to be it. He will forever prefer his guy friends and preoccupations. Get a dog if you want a friend who is faithful and true.
BD, re the hyperlink, please see R's concluding para for proper placement of the apostrophe in Pepys' name's possessive case. Unless we get a handle on it, this apostrope business is going to be the end of western civilization.
Haha... What a takedown of Pepys. I had to teach the great fire of London, 1666, and half-way through we were like, damn.. let it burn. (And it did.) The flames would be licking at Pepys' toes as he live-blogged the fire and he'd be talking about some woman's muff.
Luther! You perv. A muff is a fur thing where you stuff your hands to keep them warm. Though who knows why a woman racing out of a raging fire would need a muff. At any rate, that's not the point.... Pepys would talk of the fleeing upper class and rats and he'd have to describe the women's finery in great detail.
Ha... and I recently spoke of the dissolution of our language... and here I am an enabler of same.
Of course... Pepys would have been most concerned with the external accoutrement's, nothing of a salacious nature would take to his notice. Though still, I do prefer my original interpretation. After all, London is still a very hot city.