Current mood:	eating it up with a spoon
Entry tags:	squee, the printed word, typegeek

I Am, Needless To Say, Smitten With This Book

A modern princess—of England, say, or Monaco— serves the purpose of being an adornment in the fantasy life of the public. Consequently, she receives the kind of education that one might think of giving to a particularly splendid papier-mâché angel before putting it at the top of the Christmas tree: an education whose main goal is proficiency in the arts of looking pretty and standing straight. Our century, whatever virtues it may have, is not an optimal time for princesses.

Things were different in the Renaissance. Intelligence had a primary value then. At almost every level of the social order, education was meant to create true amateurs—people who were in love with quality. A gentleman or lady needed to be at least minimally skilled in many arts, because that was considered the fittest way of appreciating the good things in life and honoring the goodness itself. Nor did being well-rounded mean smoothing over your finest points and becoming like the reflection of a smile in a polished teaspoon. Intelligence walked hand in hand with individuality, although having finely sharpened points of view did not, it was felt, require you to poke other people with them. If wit was a rapier, courtesy was the button at the end of the blade.

- Stephen Mitchell, The Frog Prince: A Fairy Tale for Consenting Adults

The entire book, slender volume that it is, reads like this. I could go on all day quoting it until I've read you the whole thing. But I won't. You wouldn't be able to see how delightfully typeset it is in Mrs. Eaves and that would be a damned shame.