Today is the day on which many a medieval love-vision or historical tale begins: April is here. The world is opening up, the zodiacal signs are apparently all frolicking in their set order, and the earth itself is breathing in time to the music of the spheres--humanity was set in a system of thought that knew neither Darwinism nor Jean Jacque Rousseau but a complex system of detailed constructs with religion and speculation tied together in one inextricable knot . . . “in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”
Thank you, Mr. Dickens. You may be seated.
I was going to post a bunch of really awesome links to some Chaucerian texts and criticism, but it will have to wait. My pillow calls.