Books Do Furnish A Room: Blinding light

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Monday, 16 March 2009

Blinding light

Up unusually early recently, and just caught this brilliant morning sunshine on books in the study, chopped up dramatically by a wooden blind.

Posted at 03:56 PM in Books, generally, Miscellanea | Permalink

Comments

Lovely picture, indeed! Very graphic and colourful! And you are a true photographer, Mr Bagshaw, as you immediately grab your camera by reflex as soon as you see something interesting.
As I am writing this, I can see through my window (facing south) and the half-opened curtains a dusky blu-grey sky and the moon who is in the shape of an orange slice and in a shade of pale orange too.
Have a nice day!

Where is our lovely Cat?
DAAAAAAARRRRRRK PUUUUUUUUSSSSSSS??????

Posted by: glo | Tuesday, 17 March 2009 at 05:45 AM

Oh no, it's birdbooksdofurnisharoom!

Posted by: Cornflower | Monday, 16 March 2009 at 04:33 PM

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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)