tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863336524369281662.post2061725974956915776..comments2023-09-20T07:12:07.398-07:00Comments on Veater Ecosan: "The World About Us": Veaterecosanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641952897751927118noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863336524369281662.post-2908282250981393992016-12-30T05:34:47.602-08:002016-12-30T05:34:47.602-08:00I cannot help from thinking I have been too dismis...I cannot help from thinking I have been too dismissive and unfairly critical of the much troubled Branwell Bronte. He was only four when his mother died and eight when two sisters, to whom he was greatly attached, died also, on their return from a harsh and unkind boarding school. He remained at home, classically educated by his father and probably isolated from other children of his own age, an handicap he later tried desperately to make up for by spending his time in hostelries with local lads with whom he had little in common. He was not without literary and artistic talent himself, publishing poetry and articles and even painting himself and sisters that remains in the national collection to this day. Significantly perpaps he painted himself out of it. One gets the impression he never really recovered from his traumatic and isolated youth, which he later tried to over-compensate for, by drunken socializing and berating his father. One gets the impression that the censure from his siblings was as nothing compared to the loathing he had for himself. How could we not regard him and his family as tragic? Only Charlotte's fictional characters survive of all that pain and misery, obtaining for themselves a mythic and legendary status that will see out the age. <br />https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Branwell_Bront%C3%ABVeaterecosanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12641952897751927118noreply@blogger.com