#marquis de lafayette
When you have to make a project about the Election of 1800 in the U.S. into your history class.
“Because Washington was childless and drew close to several aides, many biographers have been tempted to turn them into surrogate sons, but the only one who closely matched this description was the Marquis de Lafayette, who eagerly embraced the role. The young French nobleman was tall and slim, with a pale, oval face and thin, reddish-brown hair that receded sharply at the temples. His nose was long and slightly upturned, his mouth short but full-lipped. Like the young Washington, Lafayette had an extraordinary knack for endearing himself to older men, and he looked up to them admiringly. Washington’s fondness for Lafayette’s boyish zest probably expressed some suppressed craving for paternal intimacy. So many things about the younger man—his florid language, his poetic effusions, his transparent ambitions, his well-meaning if clumsy manner—seemed the antithesis of himself. Lafayette was pure-hearted and high-spirited, with an impetuous streak of grandiosity. Where Washington was guarded about his pursuit of fame, Lafayette, Jefferson saw, was always “panting for glory” with an almost “canine appetite for popularity and fame.” Abigail Adams found him too assertive: “He is dangerously amiable, polite, affable, insinuating, pleasing, hospitable, indefatigable, and ambitious.” Indeed, despite a certain shyness, Lafayette showed a courtier’s love of compliments, was a master of flattery, and liked to hug people in the French manner. Perhaps Washington doted on the young man because he dared to express emotions that he himself stifled, thawing his frosty reserve and opening an outlet for his suppressed emotions. Lafayette seemed to transport Washington back to his own youth, before he was stooped under the weight of responsibility, reminding him of love, passion, and chivalry.”— Washington: A Life by Ron Chernow (via brimmely)
Apothéose de Lafayette (Apotheosis of Lafayette), c. 1834. Etching and engraving.
Washington welcoming Lafayette to the Temple of Eternal Fame. I suspect he’d love this - being greeted by Washington as he’s escorted by a tricolour wielding angel.
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Laurens: I’m going to go pick up some disguises
Mulligan:Why?
Laurens: So people don’t know who we are
Mulligan: People already don’t know who we are!
Lafayette: Do wasps make honey?
Laurens: No wasps do not make honey
Lafayette: Alright well I’m gonna check it out anyway, there could be something delicious in here that wasps do make and I want that
Hamilton: Jefferson, I swear you would be of more use to me if I skinned you and turned your skin into a lampshade or fashioned you into a piece of high-end luggage. Add you to my collection
Jefferson: are you saying you have a collection of skin luggage?
Hamilton: Of course not, Jefferson. Think of the smell. You haven’t thought of the smell, you dumb bitch!
Hamilton: I think Jefferson should be the president
Burr:
Burr: I was too young and blind to see. I should have known the world was wide enough for both Hamilton and Me.
Eliza: You are 48 years old!
Burr:
I just saw Hamilton in Omaha and I lost my mind when Jefferson started twerking during Reynolds Pamphlet. I know he was a big shitbag irl but, there is something so satisfying to think that a Black man is playing Thomas Jefferson in a musical and making him twerk. If there is an afterlife, I fucking hope Jefferson is seeing this shit and I hope he is appalled.
