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Mary Shelley

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About Me

Who am I? I would love to say that something distinguished me for myself but as of yet I am known only for my connections.My father, William Godwin, some would say was a monster. Certainly he is a renowned philosopher and champion of the rights of all, scornful of marriage. And yet he married my mother, a woman of equal fame. The author of the Vindication of the Rights of Woman, the first treatise put forth the idea that women have just as much value as a man. I will forever mourn the fact that I never knew her, for she died when I was an infant. And of course my dearest Shelley, my husband. The famous poet. Oh I know he has not yet reached that pinnacle of fame that Lord Byron, my stepsister's inamorata, has but he will yet. I have no doubt of it.And so I am daughter to two famous revolutionaries, wife of a poet, mother of my darling Wilmouse and, lastly, stepsister to Claire. Would the last were not so. Truly, should a wife live with her sister once she has married? For now, I fear it is so.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Poets, artists, writers, musicians, travelers and philosophers.

My Blog

History of a 6 weeks tour - Germany

Before we slept, Shelley had made a bargain for a boat to carry us to Mayence, and the next morning, bidding adieu to Switzerland, we embarked in a boat laden with merchandize, but where we had no fel...
Posted by on Thu, 11 May 2006 15:45:00 GMT

History of a 6 weeks tour - Switzerland

On passing the French barrier, a surprising difference may be observed between the opposite nations that inhabit either side. The Swiss cottages are much cleaner and neater, and the inhabitants exhibi...
Posted by on Fri, 05 May 2006 05:59:00 GMT

A continuation of our 6 weeks tour - we leave Paris

After remaining a week in Paris, we received a small remittance that set us free from a kind of imprisonment there which we found very irksome. But how should we proceed? After talking over and reject...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Apr 2006 08:51:00 GMT

On to Paris - 30 July 1814

Exhausted with sickness and fatigue, I walked over the sands with my companions to the hotel. I heard for the first time the confused buzz of voices speaking a different language from that to which I ...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Apr 2006 09:33:00 GMT

Shelley, Claire and I take leave of London and arrive in Calais

We left London July 28th, 1814, on a hotter day than has been known in this climate for many years. I am not a good traveller, and this heat agreed very ill with me, till, on arriving at Dover, I was ...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 11:36:00 GMT