(via carnivaloftherandom)Source: sgttodd
I soon lost sight and recollection of ghostly fears in the beauty of the scene as we drove along, although had I known the language, or rather languages, which my fellow-passengers were speaking, I might not have been able to throw them off so easily. Before us lay a green sloping land full of forests and woods, with here and there steep hills, crowned with clumps of trees or with farmhouses, the blank gable end to the road. There was everywhere a bewildering mass of fruit blossom—apple, plum, pear, cherry; and as we drove by I could see the green grass under the trees spangled with the fallen petals.
Still not sure what kind of tree it is, though.
It got ugly.
@cleolinda: Imagining what it was like when Arthur Conan Doyle killed off Sherlock Holmes that one time
@cleolinda: Gentlemen shaking their canes when he passes. Ladies snubbing him in the street. Children setting fire to his shrubbery
@cleolinda: He boards up the windows. Angry fan mail just piles up on the doorstep. Children set that on fire too
@cleolinda: Bram Stoker telling everyone at the top of his lungs that ACD can do what he want
@cleolinda: Fan mail and letters to the papers. Really. RT @MitigatedText: What would be the Victorian equivalent of angry tweets?
@Gambling4Kitten: I know there were legitimately groups of grown men walking around wearing black armbands and in mourning dress.
@annadelphia: Wasn’t there one story where a lady hit him with her bag? I mean, he totally could have made that up, but I like the image.
@cleolinda: Bram Stoker carefully reconsidering his plan to have Dracula eat everyone
@cleolinda: “Can’t I even kill off Van Helsing?” “GOOD GOD, MAN!” “Well, how about Quincey?” “Ah, yes, the American!” *everyone chortles*
@cleolinda: ACD angrily resurrecting Holmes. “To the devil with you all!” *SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH* *INK BLOT* *THROWS PEN*
@LJmysticowl: “THE LOST WORLD HAD DINOSAURS. WHAT ELSE DO YOU PEOPLE WANT?!”
@cleolinda: He just rolls up the manuscript and dropkicks it out the door. Maybe just ties it to a brick and throws it out a window
@cleolinda: It’s not like he can get past the sit-in protest on his doorstep anyway
@cleolinda: “I WASH MY HANDS OF YOU ALL!” he shouts through the mail slot. “GOOD DAY!!”
@cleolinda: “I ALREADY GAVE YOU THAT NOVEL WITH THE BLOODY GHOST DOG, LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”
@cleolinda: His publisher says, “But what about the rest?” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THE REST?” “Well, if we’re to have a full collection…” “DAMN THEM ALL”
@cleolinda: The Second Stain: “He has definitely retired from London and betaken himself to study and bee-farming on the Sussex Downs. BEES, I TELL YOU”
@particle_p: I just read this as “The Second Stalin” which made that tweet EVEN STRANGER.
@cleolinda: BEES, I TELL YOU!!!!
@cleolinda: ACD writing *still more* Holmes stories after that. It doesn’t end. It never ends. His gift. His curse.
@cleolinda: “I must thank you, old boy, for persuading me not to kill off Van Helsing. Otherwise I’d be in the same fine mess as you!”
@cleolinda: *FLIPS TEA TABLE*
For the record, this is the illustrated edition of Dracula that I mentioned being obsessed with as a wee Cleo of eleven or twelve years old. For a long time I could only visit it at the Homewood Library, but with the advent of the internet and such, I was able to track down a copy of my very own. Which I have now misplaced, or I would take pictures of it myself.