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I often peruse the mainly digital/AI artwork on the mainly amateur art
website [[https://www.deviantart.com/][DeviantArt.com]]. If I have the "safe filter" on, I can mostly
be assured not to get any spicy, gory disturbing macabre horrific
content. One thing I've noticed is how many of these mainly teen and
twenty-something artists are creating, with the help of AI, downright
angelic saintly, innocent, melancholic, old-soul portraits of young
women. It's almost as if these are the ghosts of women past staring at
me with their forlorn looks. Here is an example of an AI-generated
girl who could be a model for my Emily Whitmore \\
be assured not to get any spicy sexy or gory disturbing macabre
horrific content. One thing I've noticed is how many of these mainly
teen and twenty-something artists are creating, with the help of AI,
downright angelic saintly, innocent, melancholic, old-soul portraits
of young women. It's almost as if these are the ghosts of women past
staring at me with their forlorn looks. Here is an example of an
AI-generated girl who could be a model for my Emily Whitmore \\
\\
#+begin_export html
<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/caravaggioex/art/Wisconsin-1090902938" target="_blank"><img src="./images/EoWinField1.jpg" width="820" alt="Emily in field"></a>
<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/caravaggioex/art/Wisconsin-1090902938" target="_blank"><img src="./images/EoWinField1.jpg" width="800" alt="Emily in field"></a>
<span class="cap">Art by CaravaggioEx@DeviantArt</span>
#+end_export

Then of course, How could you, a sixty-eight year-old American man,
possibly think you are qualified to write about an English earl's and
a German baron's daughter both of nineteen years of age? That's by far
tougher for its directness. This question contains four problems,
a German baron's daughter, both of nineteen years of age? That's by
far a tougher question, exposing four problems,

+ I'm not nineteen,
+ I'm not female,
+ I'm English and German but not by birth,
+ and not since the 1500s have we been aristocrats.

Oh but I am forty percent English, forty percent German (the rest
Celtic/Scottish) per AncestryDNA. And I might have a drop of German
aristocracy left in me. My namesake ancestors were some sort of
patrician family who as early adopters of Luther were chased about
Europe by the Catholics for two centuries. And then in 1711 Queen Anne
of Great Britain took pity on us and brought us over to the
Colonies. And then from my years as a young man in Europe---Germany
and Switzerland---I did have encounters with German aristocrats who
impressed me with their /[[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noblesse_oblige][noblesse oblige]]/. As you can imagine, the
whole topic of aristocracy was a complete /terra incognita/ for an
American; but over time my exposure to the Old World have
fundamentally altered me. And so a deep Old World perspective is what
I'm trying to put forth with EoW. I would also insist being an older
male does not disqualify me from writing about young females of my
species. After all, we have only male and female, and we study each
other constantly incessantly. Good writers have often written
believably when describing humans of both sexes.
Oh but I am /forty percent/ English, /forty percent/ German (the rest
Celtic/Scottish) per AncestryDNA. And yes, I might have a drop or two
of German aristocracy left in me, as my namesake ancestors were some
sort of patrician family who, as early adopters of Luther, were
subsequently chased about Europe by the Catholics for two centuries,
until in 1711 Queen Anne of Great Britain took pity on us and brought
us over to the Colonies. And then from my years as a young man in
Europe---Germany and Switzerland---I did have encounters with German
aristocrats who impressed me with their /[[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noblesse_oblige][noblesse oblige]]/. As you can
imagine, the whole topic of aristocracy was a complete /terra
incognita/ for an American; but over time my exposure to the Old World
fundamentally altered me. Hence, a deep Old World perspective is what
I'm trying to gather together and put forth with EoW. I would also
insist being an older male does not disqualify me from writing about
young females of my species. After all, we have only male and female,
and we study each other constantly incessantly. Good writers have
often written believable characters of both sexes.

Why I chose to forego traditional publishing is also a good
question. The first and foremost reason is, quite simply, the
gatekeepers of the trad publishing world apparently don't want me
around. Countless manuscripts I have sent---and received either
nothing or rejections. I won't (can't) speculate as to why. The second
reason is rendering EoW in this lovely [[https://www.edwardtufte.com/][Edward Tufte]] [[https://edwardtufte.github.io/tufte-css/][format]] web page is
so much more natural, as it allows me to place /sidenotes/ exactly
beside a point in the text as needed---and yes, they are often needed
with EoW.
around. Countless manuscripts have been sent to them, which received
either nothing or rejections. I won't (can't) speculate as to why,
although I have my suspicions. The second reason is rendering EoW in
this lovely [[https://www.edwardtufte.com/][Edward Tufte]] [[https://edwardtufte.github.io/tufte-css/][format]] web page is so much more natural, as
it allows me to place /sidenotes/ exactly beside a point in the text
as needed, which I find handier than having to jump to the end---and
yes, they are often needed with EoW.

I can guarantee you've never read anything even close to EoW. Many
have written stories about aristocrats, but nothing ever like
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Florence Susanna Catherine Margaret Whitmore@@html:</span>@@ wanted to
put on a dress for the cold, sleeting Cumbrian spring morning, though
it had to be something loose and hardy, something in which a person
could work. She had been thinking of the larger-than-life portrait of
could work. She had been thinking of the larger-than-life portrait of
her great-great-grandmother up in cold, damp, dark Wolkeld Hall: Lady
Jane Whitmore, Countess of Wolkeld, poised and serene in her sleek
silk dress. “I am a woman, I am feminine, and that is something
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"Please don't apologize. That last bit was quite inspirational."

"Oh, I shouldn't stoop to fighting with her," said Emily dolefully.
"Oh, I was so frustrated, I just spit something out," said Emily dolefully.

"I think the wine invited the devil to the conversation."

"Yes, yes," muttered Emily.

"But you meant what you said about your mother."

"I did." Emily groaned and shook her fists in frustration. "I know it
"Yes, I did." Emily groaned and shook her fists in frustration. "I know it
sounds mad, but I /want/ that life back then---"

"You mean back in Brontëan times, the first half of the nineteenth."
"What? You mean back in Brontëan times? You mean the first half of the nineteenth."

"Yes! For one, my mother would have been properly grieved, /formally/
by all. Andrea was wonderful, but I could never get past the feeling
by all. Andrea was a godsend, but I could never get past the feeling
we were /processing/ grief. Death and grief process you, not you
them!"

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was Yorkshire Black, a dominant colour capable of clearing any shallow
tourist commotion.

She recalled her /Le théâtre de le vallon/: the country sky, their
She recalled her /Le théâtre de la combe/: the country sky, their
clouds only layered gauze, the pulsing winds rending it all apart to
reveal---what then? Annette had once used a truly magical German
expression: /Eigengrau/. Roughly translated it meant "self-grey," or
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"Yes, milady," he said calmly and quietly.

"Very well," she said.
"Very well," she replied.

#+INCLUDE: "./footer.org" :minlevel 1

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