Madeleine Emerald Thiele

The Victorian Butterfly muses upon Art, Angels & other stuff in between.



Ruskin and Penguins

When I begin to think at all I get into states of disgust and fury at the way the mob is going on (meaning by mob, chiefly Dukes, crown princes, and such like persons) that I choke; and have to... Continue Reading →

Academic Mistakes and the Fear of Being or Making One

The title of an article I read yesterday piqued my interest, and after much circling on the internet via JSTOR and various institutions and online journals, I found a copy of it. That process itself is annoying. You either have... Continue Reading →

Presenting is Performing

A Worrying Trend I recently attended a conference. This, of course, is part of general academic life, but there are things about this particular aspect of academia which are becoming increasingly apparent to me with each conference I attend, and... Continue Reading →

I do not want art for a few; any more than education for a few

Tonight I am filled with rage. I am attempting to find an article written by two women which I believe does much to debate the role of Elizabeth Siddal within Pre-Raphaelite literature, specifically aimed at tackling ‘Woman as Sign in... Continue Reading →

Glasgow School of Art

Tragedy is such a hard word to define. In the week a friend of mine lost her step-father, it seems a strange term to apply to the loss of a library. Even as I write with the merest suggestion of... Continue Reading →

St. Nicholas: A (Brief) Hagiography

Once upon a time a butcher slaughtered three children and pickled them in  a jar. This is probably not the typical, family friendly introduction that one expects when delving into the hagiography of a famous Christian bishop, the tradition of... Continue Reading →

Merry Christmas to all!

Burne-Jones, The Star of Bethlehem (1897 - 1891, BMAG, Birmingham)

A Cleric’s Christmas: Part Two

The meeting. 3pm Friday was the opportunity to meet with the head teacher of my son's school. For those of us who were either enraged or unemployed enough to give up time, she had emailed to say she would be... Continue Reading →

A Cleric’s Christmas: Part One

Last week a terrible thing happened in a school assembly. On the 4th December, a Reverend went into a school assembly and delivered the line "Of course, we all know Father Christmas isn't real, don't we?" Well, no, not every... Continue Reading →

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