Aphra Behn: The English Sappho Book

1663, another colorful year in the journey of our good fellow traveller, Samuel Pepys. A few notable events:

-> In addition to his fashionable wardrobe additions, Sam cuts his hair and buys not one, but two periwigs. He records some of the chatter, always favorable, resulting from his statement.

-> Sam has the back of his Lordship. He takes a risk, though, in writing a letter telling his benefactor to return to London; the Earl of Sandwich has apparently run off for some while to join in a dalliance with a woman of ill-repute. His Lordship was initially displeased at Sam for his message, although Sam regained favor rather quickly.

-> Sam loses the family dog. While traveling outside town, the dog took off after a flock of sheep, never to be found. He should know better than to let the dog off the leash.

-> Sam has a few remedies, which he's keen to share, for those with intestinal problems. All seem to involve some alcohol. He regularly describes his bowel movements and passing of wind. Aspiring writers take note.

-> Speaking of dalliances, Sam has a few of his own, particularly with Mrs. Lane when his wife leaves town for a while. His actions do create some remorse; he promises himself to do better, so in his mind, all is well in the end.

->Sam is much offended with offers of outright bribes. He has no qualms, however, in skimming his fair share from the government business that crosses his station.

-> Sam's pride is piqued; he's figured out a device to measure wood, considering himself a first class wood measurer; he even had it engraved.

As in prior years, Sam dwells much on family matters, a nagging court case, work, court gossip, his health, and, of course, his wealth, which seems to grow with some ease.

I wonder, given the opportunity to read the authentic, unvarnished, truthful reflections of Samuel Pepys, or to spend the same time in the company of an acquaintance who will likely bore me with the customary platitudes, half-truths or downright lies regarding the state of his or her life, which option is the better? It's no wonder I often find casual conversation depressing, best to be avoided, if possible.

I'd like to write more, but I have to turn to counting my own treasure; it's that time of day, you know.