December 15th, 2010
If I were to be a heroine, I’d want to be regaled in one of Sir Walter Scott’s poems.
The Lady of the Lake, 1810
Ellen Douglas, as she watches her aging father march off to save Scotland: “He goes to do what I had done, had Douglas’s daughter been his son!”
Constance, as she is being walled up to her death in the convent dungeon for breaking her vows: “And come he slow, or come he fast, it is but death who comes at last.”