And as a consequence, the pre-modern winter scenes—those Bruegel pictures of hunters in the snow, the Dutch pictures of skaters on the ice, all of that world of Netherlandish recreation—are occasional art owed to the tiny period when people were first fully aware that the world had suddenly become very cold. There was, one might say, a kind of false spring of winter art right around the beginning of the seventeenth century. Much of the pre-modern winter material—Shakespeare’s poem in Love’s Labour’s Lost, ‘When icicles hang’ (the one with the great Greasy Joan who doth keel the pot)—comes from that period. And that little ice age persisted, if not at that same extreme of cold, right through the eighteenth century, and even well into the nineteenth, and in that little ice age people expected the world to be very, very cold in winter. (That’s why you always have a white Christmas in eighteenth-century English literature; it’s why, as no longer happens, the canals of Holland froze over.)

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