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From my biography:
"Elizabeth had long admired Robert Browning's poetry, but far from uncritically: 'Much I wish away - impotent attempts at humour - the vain jangling with rhymes...'
Miss Mitford had first encountered Robert Browning at a dinner party in May 1836, the day before Kenyon introduced her to Elizabeth, and seems never to have taken to him. Her acerbic comment, when she heard of the Brownings' marriage was, 'a strange sort of person to carry such a person as Elizabeth Barrett off her feet.' She was downright rude about his appearance, although she had met him only once before: 'He seemed to me about the height and size of a boy of twelve years old - Femmelette [feminine] - is a word made for him.'"
*dies laughing*
Also, it is true that he was a pain in the neck. He tried to get me to stop taking morphine - whatEVER! He tried to compare how he felt about me to how I felt about taking morphine! "How do you suppose I feel without my proper quantity of morphine? May I call you my morphine?" he asked me once!
I soon put him straight, though. "I may not be your morphine, even if I shall be your Ba [the pet name that all the men who loved me called me]."
Men!
"Elizabeth had long admired Robert Browning's poetry, but far from uncritically: 'Much I wish away - impotent attempts at humour - the vain jangling with rhymes...'
Miss Mitford had first encountered Robert Browning at a dinner party in May 1836, the day before Kenyon introduced her to Elizabeth, and seems never to have taken to him. Her acerbic comment, when she heard of the Brownings' marriage was, 'a strange sort of person to carry such a person as Elizabeth Barrett off her feet.' She was downright rude about his appearance, although she had met him only once before: 'He seemed to me about the height and size of a boy of twelve years old - Femmelette [feminine] - is a word made for him.'"
*dies laughing*
Also, it is true that he was a pain in the neck. He tried to get me to stop taking morphine - whatEVER! He tried to compare how he felt about me to how I felt about taking morphine! "How do you suppose I feel without my proper quantity of morphine? May I call you my morphine?" he asked me once!
I soon put him straight, though. "I may not be your morphine, even if I shall be your Ba [the pet name that all the men who loved me called me]."
Men!