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Untitled Project - 2024-09-01T191652_edi

WORTLEY CLUTTERBUCK

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My Grandmothers Review"​​​​​​​​

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Cast

Lord Byron

John Murray

Douglas Kinnaird

William Roberts

JC Hobhouse

Richard Hoppner

La Fornarina

Fletcher

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​Albemarle Street, 1819

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M: Who is devil is Wortley Clutterbuck?

K: Pfft - he'll get nothing published with a name like that

M: Indeed - it would hardly inspire awe (turns letter over) - but why the devil is he sending to me and not to Roberts of the Review? why, I barely know the man

K(grabs letter): Murray! (laughs) - how can you not know that hand?! our language would not survive much longer if more than one wrote in it

M: By God! - Byron! - a Why, how now, saucy Tom?7 If you thus must ramble, I will publish some Remarks on Mister Campbell. Answer. Why, how now, Billy Bowles? Sure the priest is maudlin! [To the Public:] How can you, d—n your souls! Listen to his twaddling?merry jape indeed!

K: Open the damned thing Murray - there lies your answer

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M proceeds to open bursting letter packet

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M: Ah! - here's is Byron's - mmm - tooth powder, corn plasters, bulldogs - a reply to William Roberts re. Don Juan? where?
K: That would be Mr. Clutterbuck, I would imagine Murray

M: Of course - yet anther anonymous squib defending an anonymous poem - of which everyone in London knows it's author

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