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Monday, 23 July 2007


Thank you Karen, I shall look it up immediately -literally, as I have my mother's copy of the Hartley here, unread!

Dark Puss is in disgrace. But there is a challenge for him in tomorrow's post - he might be able to redeem himself - but he can't ask for help, because Harriet Devine will certainly know the answer.

And Harriet, enjoy Coat of Varnish - and thanks for stimulating tomorrow's post, which I'd love to hear your reactions to.

"...being a woman, she didn't know what cricket was."
This woman knows something of the game and wonders if LB is familiar with the cricket match in L.P. Hartley's "The Go-between"?
"It wasn't cricket; it wasn't cricket that an elderly [age 50] gnome-like individual with a stringy neck and creaking joints should, by dint of head-work and superior cunning, reverse the proverb that youth will be served. It was ascendancy of brain over brawn, of which, like a true Englishman, I felt suspicious."

I who live quite close to Lords have only been there once. In Finbow mode the cricket ground was empty as I was attending an evening tasting of S.African wines. I think this may qualify me for some sort of cruel and unusual punishment!

With Apologies, Dark Puss

Hey! How exciting. I've never heard of this CP Snow but I can see I will have to get hold of it pronto.

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