A deliberate mistake.
Mary Shelley’s husband wrote Prometheus Unbound, Mary wrote Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus.
Private conversation with a family member the other day brought up the subject of since “covid”, lump on neck, diagnosed there and then as cancer, 15 stitches. Adding to the many stitches open heart surgery gave, and also a partial mastectomy.
I immediately saw …!?
She said this : Next time I want them to lift my entire face!
Percy Bysshe Shelley – OMG. I love that name. And his work.
Mary and Percy and Byron and others were holed up somewhere in Italy and challenged each other to write a “horror” story/poem.
We all know what Mary wrote.
True Life Story : My husband was an instructor for an Elite UK military training camp and one day he had no-one to play the “Principal” in a live training exercise. So I volunteered. They usually had some proper Sir or Lady or whatever and these poor bastards got me and my sister-in-law. So I was asked where and when and what? I answered Tonight. Portsmouth Cinema. Frankenstein film.
My husband smiled and said – OK :o)
A bit of eye candy first then How To Read Frankie Boy.