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The Unexpected Becomes Her.

Journal of a Misfit 20-Something

Kitty Marley Xoxfox (/boʊ'klɛər/)
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I have been looking at this profile page for a long time, and I’ve never been able to write anything decent. SCREW IT. It is time I wrote SOMETHING.

I’m a 23-year-old woman, born in Manhattan (USA) and raised in the Hertfordshire (UK). My interests are generally in History, Art and Literature, but I enjoy almost all writing on the Liberal Arts. I am not a fan of fiction, but I read it when it falls in my way. I’m also a touch squeamish in the traditional sense, but when pressed, I am liberally inclined.

I love SIGHTSEEING. I am not too well travelled, but have seen a pretty good selection of places and love Vienna particularly. Because I am currently jobless, money is tight and I must read about the places I love rather then visiting them. I currently work as a team member at Odeons in Marble Arch and Tottenham Court Road, London. The job can be terrible, but the people are great.

My favorite subjects for conversation are Mozart (both the man and the music), Walter Sickert, William Gillette and just about the entire Johnsonian Club (though Johnson and Reynolds share the place of favorite). I will also banter quite happily about various religious zealots (I want to cuddle like the Puritans a lot - the more gloomy and depressing the better), Jane Austen or Disney.

It is my ernest opinion that fans of the Romantic poets, Charlotte or Emily Brontë and/or Transcendentalism ought to have their ears cropped.

+ Fair-headed, blue-eyed boys make me very weak in the knees. I used to think I knew what I liked in a man. Eh, what's to know?

Chance can lead the individual in a wide range of different directions, and so I might truly be making some significant omission or another by confining myself to the above statements, but to be brief those are the most immediately significant.


One of these days, I will make something of this journal. I once kept a very good journal, public, with friends and a proper format. I have slipped since then, and my internet conduct reflects my real-life conduct, which is reclusive to say the least (and which has likewise changed for the worst). Message me if you want to friend me - I'm wary of people who spontaniously friend without introducing themselves.

"... [There were] two sculptors who were rival candidates for a great work which was to be given to the most able artist. They were desired, by those who were appointed to be the judges of their respective merit, to speak upon their art with regard to their intention. After one of them had finished his speech with all the ostentation of eloquence, when it came to his rival's turn to speak, who had not the same gift of elocution, though a better sculptor, he only said, "What that man says I can do."
- Sir Joshua Reynolds; Portraits. Hot air rushing in the face of Canova?

"He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly better, he is the true wayfaring Christian. I cannot praise a fugitive and cloister'd vertue, unexercis'd & unbreath'd, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortall garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat."
- John Milton; Areopagitica. Knowledge, good and evil. Some assemby required. Spines sold seperately.

"I prefer open vice to ambiguous virtue - at least I know where I stand."
- Wolfgang Mozart. Please sod off, United Church of whatevertheHellIsayitis.

"...Michael Wigglesworth, the popular poet and a quintessential neurotic of historical anecdotes, added to his fame by agonizing over whether closing a stable door that was blowing in the wind constituted an act of work that profaned the Sabbath."
- Bruce C. Daniels; Puritans at Play. The path to Heaven is strewn with mole hills.

"Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind, if anything which gives so much pleasure ought to be called unsoundness."
- Thomas Babington Macaulay; Critical & Historical Essays: Milton. You'd have to be out of your blinkin' 'ead...

"I went to see Major-General Harrison hung, drawn and quartered. He was looking as cheerful as any man could in that condition."
- Samuel Pepys, The Diary of. Stiff upper-lip chaps!

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