I think being a muskateer would have been an awesome occupation in 17th century France. It would beat being a starving peasant, for starters, and you'd get an awesome outfit. Also, there would be the benefit of getting taught wicked swordsplay and fighting skills, as well as honour, the art of being noble ( in blood and in practice ) and all the action you could shake a stick at.
I would hope, if I were a muskateer, Jeremy Irons would portray me in a feature film. He plays a lovely muskateer, I must say. Though, my favourite muskateer would have to be D'Artagnan, Jeremy's came in a close second. If only he wasn't a priest, he would most likely come in first, but all that God buisness was a bit of a turn-off. Blasphemous, I know, but-well, a girl can't help what blows her skirt up, now can she?
I've always been rather interested in the noble and heroic figures of each century, and not only because of the romantic side of it all ( e.g. A knight in shining armour, or Richard Gere) . Really, the idea of being a damsel in distress disgusts me, so it was never about that, I find. I never understood those stories. Talk about opposites attracting. How could a man who lives by the blade and loves adventure and danger want to marry a woman who faints at the sight of a nasty look? Puh-lease. Yeah, I am so strongly against it, I write out catty retorts.
I love the idea of Knights. That would explain my major, I suppose. I find the idea of a society so puffed up in it's own time to try and become like the words written about it so damned intriguing. Knights began as hired men, merely workers, Knight being a job description and not a title. Then, over a mere century, they became heroes of stories across the land, and being a Knight went hand in hand with being a noble. Insane. Like. Whoa.
I've never read the Muskateer novels (known as the D'Artagnan romances), but I think I might do that over the summer. I've seen two of the films (The Three Muskateers and The Man in the Iron Mask). I have plenty of books to read already, but what's another classic or two (or three, really...) .
Anyway, I'm tired, my wrist hurts, and I'm thirsty, so I think I'll call it a night. In a bit.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
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