Holding a Grudge

So, the most interesting thing I found in the Stoker biography was not about Stoker himself but Sir Henry Irving, whom Stoker served as right-hand man, manager, fixer, and all around alter ego. 

It was Irving's lifelong ambition to be knighted, not so much for the personal honor but to demonstrate that acting was an art on par with writing poetry, composing music, and the like. But when he died, his estranged wife tried to prevent his being buried in Poet's Corner in Westminster Abbey.  Now that I call holding a grudge.*

--John R.

--current reading: THE SECRET COMMONWEALTH by Phillip Pullman.

*she failed, by the way