John Donne led quite a life. A ne’er-do-well in his youth, he married his wife, Anne, over the objections of her family. These were not trivial objections: his in-laws had him thrown in jail until it was proven that the marriage was valid. His nuptials ruined his career prospects. After a few years spent living off the charity of friends, he gamely settled into a placid preacher’s existence and sired a dozen children in sixteen years. As one of my more memorable English professors put it, all the guy did was write poetry and … yeah.
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Tuesday, October 6, 2009
John Donne
John Donne led quite a life. A ne’er-do-well in his youth, he married his wife, Anne, over the objections of her family. These were not trivial objections: his in-laws had him thrown in jail until it was proven that the marriage was valid. His nuptials ruined his career prospects. After a few years spent living off the charity of friends, he gamely settled into a placid preacher’s existence and sired a dozen children in sixteen years. As one of my more memorable English professors put it, all the guy did was write poetry and … yeah.
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