#6 Tirra Lirra...

Thanks to a certain HBO show, I ended up spelling the legendary knight's title as Ser Lancelot. Anyway, what is really important is the fact that his description in Tennyson's 'The Lady of Shalott' is so undeniably homosexual that it has become nothing less than an class eleven legend, many generations in the making.

This is a drawing of what medieval artists pictured Lancelot like:

Tennyson's description:

"The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, burning bright,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot."

... which makes him look more like this:

No, seriously, "Tirra Lirra"? "Tirra Lirra"?? Which self-respecting straight male says that?!

Nothing else of importance to state, at this moment.