This site was created for the sake of Ewa Młynarczyk (1982–2022 ∞) — a tireless scholar in the field of the 19th-century British poetry, expert on the Arthurian legend, author of a doctoral thesis, English language teacher, but above all Daughter, Friend and one-of-a-kind Person for whom whole another world should be invented, to encompass all the richness of her passions, knowledge, talents, sensitivity and creative energy. The seed of such a world has been sown here, in the virtual space that shimmers with the shades of the Emerald Isle and Green Gables.

The original idea of this project, however, was not so much to commemorate Ewa in a kind of museum of memories as to create a place where she could constantly become present, influencing life that only seemingly goes on without her: inspiring new research and artistic explorations, stimulating (self)cognitive curiosity or evoking emotions which often become the wind of change and the source of much-needed hope.

By paraphrasing Olga Tokarczuk’s words, one could say about Ewa — and to her: “And that even if [we] were to say, ‘[You’re] lost,’ then [we’d] still be starting out with the words ‘[You are]’”. For death does not seem to be a dot of full stop closing the content of someone’s Book of Fate; it is rather the longest punctuation mark — the em dash, a symbolic pause for breath between the words, which connects them like a bridge, and yet “the transition from absence to presence takes place over the bridge of the language” (M.P. Markowski). So let this place, like its main Heroine, truly connect: words and worlds.

All research articles by Ewa Młynarczyk have been shared online on this website. Her doctoral thesis, entitled Literary Appropriations of Myth and Legend in the Poetry of Alfred Lord Tennyson, William Morris, Algernon Charles Swinburne and William Butler Yeats, has been released in 2024 and is available here in its digital version as well. Therefore, nothing else left, but to encourage Readers to read all the shared texts by Ewa, which in some way will be an act of encounter with their Author — in line with the conviction expressed once by John Milton in his speech Areopagitica: “For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.” Let every textual meeting with Ewa be a confirmation of this.

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