Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Early, other animals, John Milton

Posted by Picasa Buds in December eager for April.

Images of monkeys and other creatures looking for knits in one another's fur and generally grooming one another, keep recurring in tv programmes. On three separate occasions recently - at the dentist's, the opticians and the hairdressers - I am reminded of these touching scenes of mutual care, which seem to remind us that we are not so very different form other animals.

Today is the 400th anniversary of the birth of John Milton. It is often said of Satan in Paradise Lost that Milton made him the true hero of his epic poem, a judgement with which it is hard to disagree. There is something of the rebel in Milton's writing, as there was literally in his espousal of the parliamentary cause in the Civil War. There is also, I fancy, a proud note of defiance in the last lines of the epic, when Adam and Eve having been thrown out of Paradise,
"Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide:
They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way".


Anonymous said...

What a beautiful photo, so simple, so full of promise.

Mention MIlton and memories of university English Lit classes return in a blur...

Unknown said...

I hope it is a golden blur. Milton's Lycidas concludes with the lines, which always make the back of my neck tingle, and cause me to pull back my shoulders and take a deep breath:
"Then he rose and twitched his mantle blue:
Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures new".

Dave King said...

An excellent choice for a very apt post.

Zhoen said...


Unknown said...

Nits. Oh dear yes, Zohen! I never was a good speller and the spell check must have thought I was discussing a process with wool! That's the second mistake in two days! Where to hide my head?

Lucy said...

'Knits' threw me a little, as I wasn't sure if you meant 'nits' or 'knots'!

I've always found your weakness in the area of spelling rather comforting. Clay feet are pleasant things to sit at...