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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 1, 2009 11:22:48 GMT
chapter thirty-seven sadistic delight. namely, frightening senior civil servants. (i like the sound of this one. i shall read on.) no need to elaborate. most messageboarders know how to tease, abuse, and make people feel generally uncomfortable if they so choose.  |
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 1, 2009 11:36:03 GMT
chapter thirty-eight Fiddling while Rome burns.(this will appeal to the global warming classicists amongst you)the delight of nipping into town to buy some pianola music - the playing of which will undoubtedly give more joy that the contents of Vogt's 'Road to Survival'. Oh yes, even way back when, anyone with half a brain could see how the rape of the planet by man and his ever increasing brood would end in tears.  |
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 1, 2009 11:56:38 GMT
chapter thirty-nine delight at one's own family silliness. the shared joy in the humorous references/ingredients that, when built layer upon layer, create moments of familial hilarity that no outsider can fully comprehend.  (hard pressed to find a pic that reflects this phenomenon - when it occurs most families are too busy laughing to take a photo  ) |
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 1, 2009 12:21:25 GMT
chapter forty delight at the feel of a brand new box of matches *. (it occurs that i too share this delight! - but assure you i never play with fire) *the hero of The Perfect Day, a novel by Bohun Lynch who frequented the same pub as Priestley, brought this to mind. |
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 1, 2009 12:24:42 GMT
(not yet caught up - but that's more than enough for today) |
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 7, 2009 10:44:43 GMT
chapter forty-one ...the deliciousness of devising elaborate games comprising rituals - an activity for 'men and small children'....'their delight brought me mine.' but he draws the line at playing such games with 'a lot of other heavy middle-aged men, all wearing fancy dress and spectacles'.  (i once walked in on a bunch of Freemasons getting themselves up for a ceremony at The Hurlingham Club - i was scolded like a toddler as i backed out giggling!) |
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 7, 2009 10:51:30 GMT
chapter forty-two the delight of swigging award winning mineral water in foreign hotels.  |
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 7, 2009 10:54:54 GMT
chapter forty-three the delight in a sunburst of an idea - an epiphany i suppose.  |
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 7, 2009 11:11:57 GMT
chapter forty-four ...the stereoscope  ...which he feels is best described in Rupert Brooke's 'Dining-room Tea'... I saw the marble cup; the tea,
Hung on the air, an amber stream;
I saw the fire's unglittering gleam,
The painted flame, the frozen smoke.
No more the flooding lamplight broke
On flying eyes and lips and hair;
But lay, but slept unbroken there,
On stiller flesh, and body breathless,
And lips and laughter stayed and deathless,
And words on which no silence grew.a particular favourite of Priestley's, from his own collection, was of pre-Nazi Berchtesgaden. |
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 7, 2009 11:24:21 GMT
chapter forty-five queuing for early doors at The Theatre Royal, Bradford. a delight at seeing the actors walk passed to the stage door. 'in those days, actors looked like actors like nothing else on earth.' |
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 8, 2009 12:44:08 GMT
i say!
my gynecologist said he was taking some snaps for medical research. i'm muffed miffed.
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 8, 2009 13:01:46 GMT
chapter forty-six a delight at the surprisingness of having the sunday papers delivered to the house when staying in the deepest depths of the English countryside.  |
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Post by eric on Dec 8, 2009 13:13:26 GMT
i say! my gynecologist said he was taking some snaps for medical research. i'm muffed miffed. Don't trust him, Betty. He's only trying to get inside your knickers! Eric  |
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 8, 2009 13:18:33 GMT
chapter forty-seven ....delight (aged 15) at wearing long trousers. 'never did eighteen inches of cloth do more for the human spirit' |
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 8, 2009 13:33:33 GMT
chapter forty-eight the bewitching delight of planning travel with the aid of paper, sharp pencil, tobacco, maps, and The ABC International Airways and Shipping Guide*. at this stage of the game, indigestion, incredible beds, monstrous service charges, the customs officials, currency regulations, wild & desperate packing, the cold, the heat, the dust, the flies can all be dismissed.  *Priestley describes this work as 'one of the few successful poetic works of our time and might well be considered for the Nobel Prize.' |
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