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Post by Pink Betty on Oct 8, 2009 6:39:12 GMT
 chapter one is about fountains - which mr Priestley finds as delightful as i find his prose. funny and astute. tomorrow i shall read chapter two. |
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Post by Pink Betty on Oct 9, 2009 8:26:11 GMT
i haven't read chapter two yet - but i know it's about the pleasures of shopping in small towns and villages.
i may skip it.
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Post by topsy on Oct 9, 2009 16:24:47 GMT
O you should read it, Bets, if only so we don't need to ;D
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Post by Pink Betty on Oct 14, 2009 8:23:57 GMT
i've been selfish and lax.
i shall read chapter 2 forthwith!
back in a mo
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Post by Pink Betty on Oct 14, 2009 8:36:33 GMT
"It is when shaving brushes and cheese, toffee and potato peelers, liver pills and socks, are heaped together that we go berserk, shopping like mad."
Topsy, Chapter Two is about the joys of the village shop.
"There is practically nothing I cannot be sold if I have been long enough away from the shops."
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Post by Pink Betty on Oct 15, 2009 7:31:14 GMT
chapter three - is about reading..... and the pleasure of getting all cosy in bed with a detective story, so i plan a little experiment. i will be taking to my bed at 2.00 this coming Saturday to listen to Emil and The Detectives. "After the newspaper headlines, it is refreshing to enter this well ordered microcosm, like finding one's way into a garden after wandering for days in a jungle. I like to approach sleep by way of these neat simplifications, most of them as soundly ethical as Socrates himself." |
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Post by Pink Betty on Oct 16, 2009 9:57:07 GMT
chapter four
is called After finishing some work.
"there comes a moment - just a moment - of delight."
it's a short chapter.
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Post by topsy on Oct 16, 2009 12:12:52 GMT
It is very good of you to read this book for us, bets!
I think I agree with Chapter 3, but would have to read a detective novel, not listen to an audio book...they send me straight to sleep.
Though perhaps that's achieving the same end, only quicker ;D
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Post by nickcosmosonde on Oct 16, 2009 15:40:00 GMT
Bets, Emil did it. In case you fall asleep by the last chapter.
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Post by Pink Betty on Oct 16, 2009 15:51:41 GMT
Bets, Emil did it. In case you fall asleep by the last chapter.  you've gone and ruined it for me now .... i'll have to do some work instead. |
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Post by Pink Betty on Oct 17, 2009 11:26:05 GMT
chapter five
is even shorter
and tells of the delight at meeting a friend when you feel a little out of your depth in a strange place, amongst strange people.
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Post by Pink Betty on Oct 18, 2009 8:47:38 GMT
chapter six
decks in the early morning - when "Ocean and air whisper news of their perfection."
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Post by Pink Betty on Oct 19, 2009 8:20:05 GMT
chapter seven
recalling the start of a walking tour in the Yorkshire Dales, 1919, after 4+ years in the army.
"The track to Aysgarth - for it was still a track then, no motor road - wound up toward the blue; larks sang above the moorland grass; the little streams glittered and gurgled among the rocks; the sun was high, and a wind blew from Paradise. I walked in delight....."
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Post by Pink Betty on Oct 20, 2009 16:22:45 GMT
chapter eight recalls the delights of fine tobacco blends that used to be available in 1910, and also the works of W W Jacobs. i'm afraid i found this chapter rather dull. |
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Post by Pink Betty on Oct 21, 2009 8:21:10 GMT
chapter nine ...now this chapter has everything: domestic bliss, war, food and drink, the quiet of the English countryside. the eighth delight is a gin and tonic accompanied by a bag of potato crisps consumed in a quiet Oxfordshire pub in the hour before dinner at home with his wife on the Friday evenings he had weekends away from the blitz in London " the flaming midnights" where he was broadcasting to the Dominions and America with " eyeballs of hot brass".   GASP! - please punctuate that sentence for your own convenience ;D |
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you've gone and ruined it for me now .... i'll have to do some work instead.