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Ahoy fives, a ten is sailing
VIVIEN LEIGH as LADY HAMILTON and LAURENCE OLIVIER as HORATIO NELSON
THAT HAMILTON WOMAN (1941) dir. alexander korda
One of the Napoleonic naval tropes I am absolutely gnawing on is the intense pseudo-religious grasp that Horatio Nelson has on the setting.
The way characters invoke his name as something absolutely undeniable. Even if he's not physically present in a story, his name still holds weight. As though he were not a person but a force or the sprit of war at sea. All the captains and officers want to be like him. They speak of him with awe and reverence.
You have stoic and fiercely independent characters thinking, who is this guy anyway? He can't be that great. And then they meet him, and he is. And they they think about how they're wrong. Every time he's in a story, it's just, holy shit, it's Horatio Nelson. He'll probably do something incredibly badass at some point. Because he's Nelson.
You don't get this out of any other figure from the time period. That motherfucker Lord Byron called him Britannia's God of War and he was right.
"twink death" this "twink death" that whatever. my “twink death” will be getting sniped by a french sharpshooter in the throes of naval battle and languishing in my captain's arms with a musketball lodged in my spine
thinking about nelson's first left-handed letter (to earl st. vincent) after losing his arm at tenerife
:(
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Britannia & Nelson