The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.
Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?
A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.
I have always been fascinated by the paucity of direct discusion of contemporary wars in eighteenth-century fiction. I was away on vacation for almost a week, so this will have to stand in for my Tumblr Tuesday post for a few days.
To learn more about war and fiction, read for free the following Eighteenth-Century Fiction special issue, “War/La Guerre”: