Perpetually filtering through my inbox I find I had saved a link to a review over at the Smart Set, which, inter alia, reviewed a biography of author Margaret Fuller and inter inter alia included this bit:
Maybe it was her daddy issues. She had plenty. Her father did not so much bestow his love upon her as train her from a young age to be a brilliant writer. Matteson outlines her course of study:
[W]hen Margaret was 4 and a half, he proudly proclaimed that she could read and understand “in a very great degree” the stories in Maria Edgeworth’s Parent’s Assistant… When she was six, he introduced her simultaneously to English and Latin grammar. The rudiments of Greek followed in due course. By nine, she was reading a compendious list of histories and biographies in English, as well as many of the major works in the Latin canon.
Fuller began, around that age, to have recurring nightmares recreating scenes from the Aeneid, and she also started sleepwalking around the house, moaning — classic signs of a deep emotional disturbance. She reported in her memoirs that her father’s love was very much tied to her performance as a young scholar, and today’s psychiatrists would have a field day with theories about her “false self” shielding the fragile, feminine true self behind it. She even predicted such a diagnosis in her memoirs, reporting her “world sank deep within, away from the surface of my life… my true life was only the dearer that it was secluded and veiled over by a thick curtain of… intellect.”
- Psyched Out (Smart Set)
… I wonder if the “Classic signs” there was an intentional pun … it’s interesting, though, how Latin and Greek (and Classics) pervade one’s dreams at regular intervals; just the other night I bizarrely dreamt, e.g., that there was some conference on Demeter going on at my (elementary) school and as I was going into my classroom someone handed me a large brown tome entitled Kore …