I am in Hardy's Wessex. I am a rogue and a scoundrel but I can't afford a horse. I thrash through the countryside on my brother's back, looking for young women to spoil. I spot one and, tally ho! off we go! She pelts us with rotten fruit.
posted by Geoff | 1:29 PM
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I always thought Wessex used to be a real place until I saw David Dimbleby's 'A Picture of Britain'. Apparently Hardy invented it. So those maps in the front of the novels weren't real, then. Thomas Hardy...poet, novelist, liar, false cartographer.
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