We breakfasted at Taste and sat in the sun outside another cafe, where a potato shaped woman required us to buy something or leave. Fair enough, except that she had no customers. In her place, I might have considered giving us a free latte and asking us to remain longer. We would have been conscientious shills, I know we would have.
Camilla's morning class was again on Frankenstein, this time on the concept of Gothic. In the Augustan Age, "Gothic" meant archaic, primitive, crude, & irrational; and "classic" meant civilized, perfectly balanced, harmonious. Then the Irish philosopher Edmund Burke wrote that fear is a more powerful emotion than affection (he was never a mother, I deduce), and thus the sublime is greater than the beautiful. The idea of Gothic became a political one, with the Northern Races seen as democratic and the Romans as despotic. The Gothic novel, whose height was reached in 1790, 28 years before Frankenstein, was about power and tyranny, about the foreign and excessive, about deviance and incest. The intricacy of Frankenstein mirrors the intricacy of Gothic architecture, the labyrinthine journey to the interior.