Novel & Cerita G Chaucer Canterbury Tales

I suppose we will never hang out again, and I will never get to find out the answer. My Brit Lit class is awfully slow this morning. I usually enjoy references to Shakespeare. However, today's topic is Geoffrey Chaucer, the famous fourteenth-century writer. He observed people, watched them, and put them into his stories. It reminds me of Jeremey Davis and how he people watches from the perch of his big tree in Harris Park. "Lily, tell us what you would do if you were Geoffrey Chaucer?" Crap, I wasn't paying attention. I sure hope I can wing this.

As he studied it closely, his voice gradually shook with excitement. “Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote…” he murmured, his tone growing more astonished with each word. The onlookers stared blankly at one another. Some seasoned collectors recognized this as the famous Pilgrim's Journey of Windmere. Edmund gasped, filled with awe. “My goodness, this is the original manuscript of the Pilgrim's Journey of Windmere!” As the crowd saw the unassuming paper in Edmund’s hands, some struggled to believe it. “The style is definitely reminiscent of Geoffrey Chauceton, but isn’t the quality a bit rough?”

"The woman in the painting is called Lady Percival, right? Isn't Percival the knight who found the Holy Grail in the King Arthur legend?" "Good God, Ethan!" She grabbed my arm in excitement. "Of course! Percival ...it's her story. You figured it out! Lady Percival is holding a very rare book in- deed. I knew it was something special! One of the first King Arthur stories ever written down; all the way back in the twelfth century. That book is Chrétien de Troyes's The Story of Perceval and the Grail." She gazed at the painting, her face glowing with happiness and pure joy, and I reached for my mobile and snapped a picture of her. A magnificent profile shot of Brynne smiling at her Lady Perciva