Looking at the comet till you get a criek in the neck
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Looking at the comet till you get a criek in the neck
Hand-coloured satirical print, published in 1811, showing a domestic scene of an older man, wearing a dressing gown and night-cap, looking out of a window with a spyglass at the comet of that year. He fails to notice the romantic scene between a young woman and man. This is a common trope, represented also in Le Marchand de Lunettes (ZBA4477), in which those with an interest in astronomy are so distracted by other-worldly thoughts that they fail to see what is going on under their noses.
Thomas Rowlandson
- Image reference: F8649
- National Maritime Museum, Greenwich, London
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