Evelyn waugh brief biography of sirens
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Siren (mythology)
Half-woman, half-bird creature who lures sailors with her singing
"Siren song" redirects here. For other uses, see Siren's Song.
In Greek mythology, sirens (Ancient Greek: singular: Σειρήν, Seirḗn; plural: Σειρῆνες, Seirênes) are female humanlike beings with alluring voices; they appear in a scene in the Odyssey in which Odysseus saves his crew's lives.[1] Roman poets place them on some small islands called Sirenum scopuli. In some later, rationalized traditions, the literal geography of the "flowery" island of Anthemoessa, or Anthemusa,[2] is fixed: sometimes on Cape Pelorum and at others in the islands known as the Sirenuse, near Paestum, or in Capreae.[3] All such locations were surrounded by cliffs and rocks.
Sirens continued to be used as a symbol of the dangerous temptation embodied by women regularly throughout Christian art of the medieval era. "Siren" can also be used as a slang term for a woman considered both very attractive and dangerous.[4]
Nomenclature
[edit]The etymology of the name is contested. Robert S. P. Beekes has suggested a Pre-Greek origin.[5] Others connect the name to σειρά (seirá, "rope, cord") and εἴρω (eírō, "to tie, join, fasten"), resulting in the meani
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PATRICK BALFOUR
How strange to be here at Castle Howard in these circumstances. What circumstances? Evelyn Waugh being dead all these years. Me being even deader. But let me get inside this cottage that has been put at my disposal. I have a job to do, one of my favourites. I have to write an essay.
I couldn't believe that no-one had written about it before. The striking similarities between Evelyn Waugh's life and my own. We met at Oxford, worked side by side at Chagford, partied with the Lygon girls at Madresfield, paired up in Abyssinia as reporters, married in the same year. We each had a good war, in our own way, and then spent our post-war years writing the books we wanted to write. How about that? And there's more.
I, Patrick Balfour, 'Mr Gossip' at the Daily Sketch, am portrayed in Vile Bodies as 'Mr Chatterbox' - Simon Balcairn. And, having become Lord Kinross, I crop up in Men at Arms, Officers and Gentleman and Unconditional Surrender, as Lord Kilbannock. Who else has Evelyn immortalised to such an extent? The main difference between us has always been the same: I am eight inches taller than Evelyn the dwarf. True also, that Evelyn always seemed to everyone else so much more alive than me. Evelyn, the burning dwarf.
I knew Evelyn Waugh at Ox