tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752841194995687278.post1541840652984589718..comments2024-03-27T05:22:27.604-05:00Comments on Eddie Campbell: "BOB got a stinker, and poor I received a chancery-suit upon the nob."Eddie Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492020671613766729noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752841194995687278.post-79720211015433501752007-03-30T07:34:00.000-05:002007-03-30T07:34:00.000-05:00Yeah, that's one of those chambered-nautilus shell...Yeah, that's one of those chambered-nautilus shell sentences that gave me heart problems in university. Boo James!Jack Ruttanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11202365155540203592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752841194995687278.post-17932626188001999722007-03-29T23:10:00.000-05:002007-03-29T23:10:00.000-05:00Antique vernacular is fun once you get used to it....Antique vernacular is fun once you get used to it. Then again, people are always complaining that I'm overly fond of osbcure words. Well pshaw to that!<BR/><BR/>If you really want to quail, then, go, thou, to, Henry, James, and, shudder....<BR/><BR/>"The main interest of these hours for us, however, will have been in the way the Prince continued to know, during a particular succession of others, separated from the evening in Eaton Square by a short interval, a certain persistent aftertaste. This was the lingering savour of a cup presented to him by Fanny Assingham's hand after dinner, while the clustered quartette kept their ranged companions, in the music-room, moved if one would, but conveniently motionless. Mrs. Assingham contrived, after a couple of pieces, to convey to her friend that, for her part, she was moved--by the genius of Brahms--beyond what she could bear; so that, without apparent deliberation, she had presently floated away, at the young man's side, to such a distance as permitted them to converse without the effect of disdain. It was the twenty minutes enjoyed with her, during the rest of the concert, in the less associated electric glare of one of the empty rooms--it was their achieved and, as he would have said, successful, most pleasantly successful, talk on one of the sequestered sofas, it was this that was substantially to underlie his consciousness of the later occasion. The later occasion, then mere matter of discussion, had formed her ground for desiring--in a light undertone into which his quick ear read indeed some nervousness-- these independent words with him: she had sounded, covertly but distinctly, by the time they were seated together, the great question of what it might involve. It had come out for him before anything else, and so abruptly that this almost needed an explanation. Then the abruptness itself had appeared to explain-- which had introduced, in turn, a slight awkwardness. "Do you know that they're not, after all, going to Matcham; so that, if they don't--if, at least, Maggie doesn't--you won't, I suppose, go by yourself?" It was, as I say, at Matcham, where the event had placed him, it was at Matcham during the Easter days, that it most befell him, oddly enough, to live over, inwardly, for its wealth of special significance, this passage by which the event had been really a good deal determined. He had paid, first and last, many an English country visit; he had learned, even from of old, to do the English things, and to do them, all sufficiently, in the English way; if he didn't always enjoy them madly he enjoyed them at any rate as much, to an appearance, as the good people who had, in the night of time, unanimously invented them, and who still, in the prolonged afternoon of their good faith, unanimously, even if a trifle automatically, practised them; yet, with it all, he had never so much as during such sojourns the trick of a certain detached, the amusement of a certain inward critical, life; the determined need, which apparently all participant, of returning upon itself, of backing noiselessly in, far in again, and rejoining there, as it were, that part of his mind that was not engaged at the front. His body, very constantly, was engaged at the front--in shooting, in riding, in golfing, in walking, over the fine diagonals of meadow-paths or round the pocketed corners of billiard-tables; it sufficiently, on the whole, in fact, bore the brunt of bridge-playing, of breakfasting, lunching, tea-drinking, dining, and of the nightly climax over the bottigliera, as he called it, of the bristling tray; it met, finally, to the extent of the limited tax on lip, on gesture, on wit, most of the current demands of conversation and expression. Therefore something of him, he often felt at these times, was left out; it was much more when he was alone, or when he was with his own people--or when he was, say, with Mrs. Verver and nobody else--that he moved, that he talked, that he listened, that he felt, as a congruous whole."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752841194995687278.post-58697016494897774712007-03-29T22:05:00.000-05:002007-03-29T22:05:00.000-05:00Come Hup, I say, you hugly beast! (with illos by J...Come Hup, I say, you hugly beast! (with illos by <A HREF="http://www.btinternet.com/~countryside.webservice/leecha.htm" REL="nofollow">John Leech)</A><BR/><BR/>Man, am I lost. But I love this stuff.Jack Ruttanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11202365155540203592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752841194995687278.post-36362468961222919662007-03-29T21:58:00.000-05:002007-03-29T21:58:00.000-05:00Yeah, but that was the whole plot! I sort of see w...Yeah, but that was the whole plot! I sort of see why they made us read Dickens. He was the hip, in tune one who could rap with the young.Jack Ruttanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11202365155540203592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752841194995687278.post-50779601986953340382007-03-29T16:43:00.000-05:002007-03-29T16:43:00.000-05:00Jack,You made me pull Mr Sponge's Sporting Tour of...Jack,<BR/>You made me pull Mr Sponge's Sporting Tour off the shelf. It's thirty years later than life and London and so much more Victorian in its outlook. But great reading<BR/>"When a good London hat recedes to a certain point, it gets no worse; it is not like a country-made thing that keeps going and going until it declines into a thing with no sort of reemblance to its original self. Barring its weight and hardness, the Sponge hat had no particular character apart from the Sponge head. It was not one of those punty ovals or Cheshire cheese flats, or curly-sided things that enables one to say who is in a house and who is not, by a glance at the hats in the entrance, but it was just a quiet, round hat, without anything remarkable, either in the binding, the lining, or the band, still it was a very becoming hat when Sponge hat it on."Eddie Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02492020671613766729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752841194995687278.post-80400869942313680532007-03-28T12:55:00.000-05:002007-03-28T12:55:00.000-05:00Haha! Egan's prose sucks!Here's the cure for invas...Haha! Egan's prose sucks!<BR/><BR/>Here's the cure for invasive species such as the goddamned cane toad:<BR/><BR/>a bounty.<BR/><BR/>It doesn't have to be a huge bounty. Just offer a freaking bounty for the pernicious little bastards. Could be music money for the kids. It doesn't matter. Mankind seems to be able to exterminate entire species when even small amounts of profit are involved. Yet, invasive critters such as toads and rabbits and feral pigs seem to be immune to Mankind's best efforts to eliminate them. Offer some money for their dead bodies and I'll bet they'll soon be knocking on Oblivion's obsidian door.James Robert Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17281049641681225389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752841194995687278.post-90063742602077569042007-03-28T08:40:00.000-05:002007-03-28T08:40:00.000-05:00These old books can seem pretty Alien. I remember ...These old books can seem pretty Alien. I remember picking up a copy of "Mr. Sponge's Sporting Tour" by Robert Surtees (illustrated maybe by "Phiz" or one of those cats), and most of the first chapter was describing what people were wearing, again in an impenetrable local jargon. <BR/><BR/>Makes you wonder what people will think of LOL-speak and today's popular culture a hundred years hence? I suppose they'll just bury it, the way we're buried these guys.Jack Ruttanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11202365155540203592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752841194995687278.post-70682200556504423072007-03-28T08:27:00.000-05:002007-03-28T08:27:00.000-05:00Interesting aside: looks like the Beeb did a radio...Interesting aside: looks like the Beeb did a <A HREF="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/comedy/lifeinlondon.shtml" REL="nofollow">radio show based on Life In London</A> last year.Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06388085087424216649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752841194995687278.post-9506180154869169222007-03-28T08:18:00.000-05:002007-03-28T08:18:00.000-05:00Wow. This-"You see as how I have sent that are Lit...Wow. This-<BR/><BR/>"You see as how I have sent that are Litter Pocket Book, which so much row has been kicked up about amongst us. Vy it ain’t vorth a single tonic. Whose to understand it? Vy its full of pot-hooks and hangers- and not a screen in it. You are determined nobody shall nose your idears. If your name had not been chaunted in it, it would have been dinged into the dunagan. But remember, no conking."<BR/><BR/>You could insert this into the text of Finnegans Wake and I wouldn't blink. Amazing.Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06388085087424216649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752841194995687278.post-46591644635009507922007-03-28T05:30:00.000-05:002007-03-28T05:30:00.000-05:00Funny, I typed 'arf of it then couldnae be bothere...Funny, I typed 'arf of it then couldnae be bothered so I deleted it.<BR/><BR/>I not a performing monkey!Hayley Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16493916787628212228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752841194995687278.post-5417490252765778662007-03-28T04:53:00.000-05:002007-03-28T04:53:00.000-05:00and Nathalieyes, something is very wrong. The mail...and Nathalie<BR/><BR/>yes, something is very wrong. The mail service should be trying a bit harder now that it is losing ground to email etc.<BR/>I've got a second copy coming by fedex. should be here by monday latest. then we can have a look at it and weigh it up.<BR/><BR/>eddieEddie Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02492020671613766729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752841194995687278.post-35745768349838020332007-03-28T04:51:00.000-05:002007-03-28T04:51:00.000-05:00oi! hayley!I was at least expecting you to tell th...oi! hayley!<BR/><BR/>I was at least expecting you to tell the story of boojers the toad.<BR/><BR/>paEddie Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02492020671613766729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752841194995687278.post-54489987509508100532007-03-28T03:35:00.000-05:002007-03-28T03:35:00.000-05:00Huge picture in the Metro today of the ginormous t...Huge picture in the Metro today of the ginormous toad being dangled by his toes.<BR/><BR/>'TOADZILLA: MARCH OF AN OUTBACK GIANT!" sez the headline.Hayley Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16493916787628212228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752841194995687278.post-1815243764789193932007-03-28T02:24:00.000-05:002007-03-28T02:24:00.000-05:00You seem to have the worst of luck with the mail, ...You seem to have the worst of luck with the mail, Eddie.<BR/>Are you sure that you haven't a mad fan in the local post office, stealing goodies from you ?<BR/><BR/>Toadzilla ?<BR/>Coult that be a spy for the Mighty Gecko Emperor ?<BR/>N.spacedlawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12462723005560128474noreply@blogger.com