One of the advantages of being disorganized is that one is always having surprising discoveries. ~A. A. Milne Last night, embroiled in the Great Throwing-Away, I made surprising discoveries. I found *The senior will, which I read at the junior-senior banquet (1969) *The judge's comments on ten pages of a novel I submitted to the … Continue reading The Great Throwing-Away: Back When I Was Smart
One play. Twenty years. *** When you reread a classic you do not see more in the book than you did before; you see more in you than was there before. ~ Clifton Fadiman The first few years I studied Romeo and Juliet with my high school freshmen, when I was in my early … Continue reading T Is for Time: #atozchallenge
Jane Austen at a PUB? Yes!
Maddie Shrewsday, Kate’s fourteen-year-old daughter, speculates on what Jane did there.
Prepare to be enlightened. And to LAUGH.
She’s a stand-up, and she’s only 14.
So we’re driving down to Winchester on one of our Saturday afternoon jaunts, and I come off the soulless M3 motorway to take the old carriage way. The road the postal carriages would have taken to get post to the south and south west. The route the stagecoaches flew along moving visitors from one big house to the next.
And I am doing that thing mothers do where they repeat ad infinitum the litany of landmarks on a road; those that have personal significance (ah, that’s where our car broke down in 1989; that’s the Little Chef where I left my handbag and never went back to get it) and those which have a greater, more elevated place in history.
“Look, darling,” I gesture expansively over the steering wheel, “you see that pub?”
It is labelled ‘The Wheatsheaf’ and it’s a member of…
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When I am dead, I hope it may be said, "His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.” ~ Hillaire Belloc
I The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, "O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, … Continue reading Love Poem for Valentine’s Day
"On November the twenty-first, the day of her forty-seventh birthday, and three weeks and two days before she was murdered, Rhoda Gradwyn went to Harley Street to keep a first appointment with her plastic surgeon, and there in a consulting room designed, so it appeared, to inspire confidence and allay apprehension, made the decision … Continue reading 1st Line: The Private Patient
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to … Continue reading Gather Ye Rosebuds…