There is something dark and wintry about the atmosphere of the later Middle Ages.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The world at night, for much of history, was a very dark place indeed.
I'd like to do a story about the medieval ages where in every scene you'd sort of feel that you were in the 12th century. That would be great to get that feeling.
We forget how bawdy and brutal the Middle Ages were.
We think of medieval England as being a place of unbelievable cruelty and darkness and superstition. We think of it as all being about fair maidens in castles, and witch-burning, and a belief that the world was flat. Yet all these things are wrong.
I have often called attention to the fact that walking through the streets in the Middle Ages was a different experience from nowadays. Right and left, there were house facades that were built out of what the soul felt and thought. Every key, every lock, carried the imprint of the person who had made it.
Medieval justice was a quaint thing.
If it were a real effort to live in the Middle Ages, your life would be one perpetual prevarication.
Perhaps in time the so-called Dark Ages will be thought of as including our own.
I attribute the quarrelsome nature of the Middle Ages young men entirely to the want of the soothing weed.
The perceptions of middle age have their own luminosity.