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Last night, after an awesome day out with sharpiefan and latin_cat , I stayed up late reading "The Man Wellington Through The Eyes Of Those Who Knew Him."

First of all, let me say "OH. MY. GOD". The author (Muriel Wellesley) didn't fangirl him. Oh, no, I believe she worshipped him. And had a dodgy altar where she sacrificed little animals in his name. It is not a bad thing in it's own right *hides her own altar*  but combined with the constant cropping up of passages that I believe can be filed under the heading of purple prose it is MERCILESS. I groaned. I scoffed. I puked.

Let me give you an example, actually several examples, cause I am just cruel like that.

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Secondly, despite the "interesting" style, the book does quote numerous first-hand sources, sometimes in rather delicious big chunks, which is always cool. There are lots of good ones, but I will give you two: one, I think, is rather widely quoted, but still makes me go Aaaw, and the other makes me squee over Alava. :D

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Phew. *crawls away*

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The Marquess of Wellington's 'household' as of October 1813 (from S.G.P. Ward's "Wellington's Headquarters")

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