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Wednesday, 04 February 2009


More and more snow here it appears!
I really envy you for your visits on both the white continents. I hope you'll tell us more about that sooner or later.
I love the face of the sea elephant although it doesn't look engaging, but I hope it is not a dead animal (re the red mark on its forehead).

And yes, I confirm that your taste for zeugmas (making friends and puddings) comes from your reading and rerererereading of Jane Austen's books. Here are those I found in Northanger Abbey:
"she meditated by turns, on broken promises and broken arches, phaetons and false hangings, Tilneys and trap-doors" in Chapter 11 - what a festival!
"to a pillow strewed with thorns and wet with tears" in Chapter 11 - a very sophisticated one!
"with fresh hopes and fresh schemes" in Chapter 8 but I am less sure about this one...

When is Lindsay going to write a similarly engaging book about his own travels, illustrated with his excellent photographs?

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  • 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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