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Sunday, 31 May 2009

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Very dark, but very cool. Great imagery in the post, too.

Not very British, glo, it's from Aeschylus! And it doesn't mean you won't be happy until you're dead, it means that your happiness may be fragile and something terrible may come - sent by the Gods perhaps - to destroy it, which threat only ceases with death.

We Brits are not as gloomy as you think - but if there's a way to the better, it exacts a full look at the worst!

All this sounds very gloomy indeed but I hope the "call no man happy until he is dead" is just very good and typical British humour. Having to wait till death to be happy is not to my liking, I try and find happiness in my daily life and feel happy each day.

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Quotidian

  • Nothing is of greater consolation to the author of a novel than the disovery of readings he had not conceived but which are then prompted by his readers. (Umberto Eco, Reflections on The Name of the Rose)
  • ... relatively few persons in London ... can afford the luxury of one or more servants. No fewer than 3,700,000 have no servants at all, and of the half million that have servants 227,000 have only one. (The Times, 6 June 1895)
  • Standing among savage scenery, the hotel offers stupendous revelations. There is a French widow in every bedroom, affording delightful prospects. (Tyrolean inn brochure, according to Gerard Hoffnung)
  • (A doctor is at an elderly relative's deathbed) "The old sawbones, eh?" he bellowed ... "Just in the nick, perhaps. Haul the old girl back by the short hairs, if you ask me. Devilish smart at his work ... Always take a fence with more confidence when I know he's out with us."
  • Too often, when a man of Monty Godkin's mental powers is plunged in thought, nothing happens at all. The machinery just whirs for a while, and that is the end of it. (P G Wodehouse, Heavy Weather)
  • ...the breed that take their pleasures as Saint Laurence took his grid (Kipling, The Five nations)

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