Jonty Claypole

This is how it ends.

Days, weeks, months, years afterwards, when both were wives with children of their own, their mother harps beset with fears, their lives bound up in tender lives.

It's getting very dreary now.

Laura would call the little ones and tell them of her early prime.

Those pleasant days long gone of not returning time would talk about the haunted Glen, the wicked quaint fruit merchant men, their fruits like honey to the throat, but poison in the blood.

Men sell not such in any town would tell them how her sister stood in deadly peril to do her good and win the fiery antidote.

Then joining hands to little hands would bid them cling together.

for there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather to cheer one on the tedious way to fetch one if one goes astray to lift one if one totters down to strengthen whilst one stands

He was founder of a secret society called the Cavanari, which was not a secret pasta-eating society.

It was a revolutionary outfit determined to deliver nationalistic self-determination to the Italians.

And yeah, it's got him in trouble and he's gone into exile.

Yes, they're like the Durrells and they're also very much like the Bronte siblings as well.

Despite the fact, I mean, the Brontes were cut off to an extent, but the Rossettis are not, but they're very insular.

And so they have this house on Charlotte Street close to Soho, but there's an insularity which comes from their father's status as an exile.

The thing I find completely fascinating about her childhood is that on one hand, she has this very big bohemian sort of circumstance.

You know, her uncle, as you say, is Polidori, who was there with the Shelleys and Byron when Frankenstein was being conceived.

He wrote The Vampire.

He came to a sticky end, actually.

He got into terrible trouble.

gambling debts and suicided at the age of 26.