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Monday, 22 June 2009


I am working at CERN at the moment. I am regularly reading Lindsay's posts, but have not had much to say about them sadly. This is not a reflection on the content or style of the posts of course!

Speaking of WWI, do you know, or have you already heard of a series of books written by Ann Perry about the story and antics of a British family during the First World War?
The titles of the books are:
No Graves As Yet
Shoulder the Sky
Angels in the Gloom
At some Disputed Barricade
We shall not sleep
I have come across these books on bookstores shelves several times. And I was decided to buy the first novel and read it, but each time the first novel was missing. Apparently, most people decided to read the first novel, but then they never came back to buy the second one - at least, that's what I am telling myself.
From what I recall, Ann Perry is a London-born novelist, she is still alive and lives now in Scotland. And she has written a lot of thrillers who take place during the Victorian era.

But now, last but not least: the blog has gone dramatically miaowless and whiskerless lately... any news from our favourite cat?

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  • 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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