Was it from Vienna where the notion of girls marrying their fathers came? Freud, was it? Well, I can assure you, I did not marry my papa. Duke Maximilian Joseph was nothing like the Emperor. My papa was an eccentric hedonist–a champion of the underclass. He liked nothing more than to dress up as King [...]
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Scheisse my Papa says
Posted in Child-rearing, Kings & Queens, poems, the insufferable governess on December 2, 1848 | Leave a Comment »
The Baroness finds me in a Compromising Position
Posted in Child-rearing, the insufferable governess on August 23, 1848 | Leave a Comment »
I was glad of the fact that I didn’t die after all. And when next my eyes sprang open, no fire, no devil. The pit of Hell, as it turned out, was not awaiting me. But, close enough, because the smelling salts, the stinging slap, the rough absorption of the blood, were conducted by none [...]
