Wow, in today's world we seem to be increasingly bloging, sms'ing, texting, tweeting, mailing and poking when we want to share what we think and feel. Although it has become the thing 'everyone' does, I do envy the old people who can pull out old wrinkly letters from back in the days. Those were letters that travelled for days, weeks and months to get to their destination (if they ever made it), and I think people really put a lot of thought into what they wrote.
I do have to say I prefer the old way better, it really forced people to think about what they're trying to say. Nowadays we just blab.
Some of my favourites are the 'old English' writers who really are masters at expressing emotions. Shakespeare was a master at what he did in regards to Love ("But soft, what light through yonder window breaks..."). But two in particular tackle negative feelings in a way that doesn't leave much to interpretation. Here's a quote:
"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned" (William Congreve)
and another link: Suckling
Ok, I'll forgive them. They wrote in the 17th C. But wow. I can so imagine the intensity...
It really makes Perez Hilton sound like a pussy.
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