BR Sentence of the Day, p. 194

I made my way through a crowd of diseased Moors to the Doctor’s room.

SPOILER

It seems Sebastian is now the companion of a disabled German, who makes him go and fetch and treats him like a servant.

And he looks terrible.

Stay tuned.

The Christmas Present from Rex (BR, p. 149)

It was a small tortoise with Julia’s initials set in diamonds in the living shell, and this slightly obscene object, now slipping impotently on the polished boards, now striding across the card-table, now lumbering over a rug, now withdrawn at a touch, now stretching its neck and swaying its withered, antideluvian head, became a memorable part of the evening, one of those needle-hooks of experience which catch the attention when large matters are at stake.

Cordelia, Sebastian’s Sister (Age: 10)

“You are fond of wine?”

“Very.”

“I wish I were. It is such a bond with other men. At Magdalen I tried to get drunk more than once, but I did not enjoy it. Beer and whisky I find even less appetizing. Events like this afternoon’s are a torment to me in consequence.”

“I like wine,” said Cordelia.

Eights Week, Oxford

Brideshead Revisited, Book One, Chapter One: Et in Arcadia Ego

“Gentlemen who haven’t got ladies are asked as far as possible to take their meals out in the next few days,” he announced despondently. “Will you be lunching in?”

“No, Lunt.”

 

Being in the British Army (1944)

Brideshead Revisited, p. 14:

  • I slept until my servant called me . . .

BRIDESHEAD REVISITED opens with . . . war?

And here self was expecting a fantastically elegiac escape into the English countryside, but no . . .

When I reached ‘C’ Company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp, just coming into full view below me through the grey mist of early morning. We were leaving that day. When we marched in, three months before, the place was under snow; now the first leaves of spring were unfolding.

Another surprise was that it’s written in first person. So how is Waugh going to pull off writing erotic when his first person is stuffy English? Something happens, she does know that, lol

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

The Prescience

Children of Time, p. 401:

The Linguist to the Insane Commander: their conversation takes place in the spaceship Gilgamesh, over dinner.

  • This isn’t a cruise ship The Gil isn’t supposed to be lived in. They’re cargo.

Really? Really? This was published in 2015. Cruise ships have become viral incubators. So when self reads the words “cruise ship” in a science fiction novel, one that takes place at least 2000 light years from now, she is shook.

Stay tuned.

Children of Time and Virus

Children of Time is about virus. A deliberately created one. One that’s to be dropped on carefully selected planets to meld with whatever (monkeys?) to produce better beings (even if non-human)

The planets are terra-forming because Earth is on a straight arrow to self-destruction.

(A little bit too close to home, whatever)

There is a human, Sering, “the volunteer, the man they were going to leave behind. He would orbit their planet-sized laboratory as the long years turned, locked in cold sleep until the time came for him to become mentor to a new race of sentient primates.”

wowowowowow

This is why self adores science fiction. So close to her present, always.

The man wishes “to say a few words” before he is dropped from the Mother Ship in a Sentry Pod (Tchaikovsky’s world-building is really ace. Also, his last name is so distracting because she keeps wanting to look him up on Wikipedia. To see if he’s a grandson or great-grandson of the composer)

Since “it would be his last contact with his species for a long time,” the commander of the mission, a Dr. Kern, permits it. Ooooops!

Stay tuned.

Sentence of the Day: THE RUN OF HIS LIFE

p. 155:

That night I took the red-eye home to New York (The in-flight movie was Naked Gun 33 1/3, starring, among others, O. J. Simpson)

There is a rich vein of irony running through The Run of His Life: The People vs O. J. Simpson. Toobin mines this for all it’s worth.

This book: classic with a capital ‘C.’

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Suicide Note, 6/15/94

p. 97, The Run of His Life: The People vs O. J. Simpson

The suicide note in its entirety, including mis-spellings:

To whom it may concern:

First everyone understand nothing to do with Nicole’s murder. I loved her, always have and always will. If we had a problem it’s because I loved her so much. Recitly we came to the understanding that for now we were’nt right for each other at least for now. Dispite our love we were different and that’s why we mutually agreed to go our spaerate ways.

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