THEN AND NOW
This … …is now this.
I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. One of the better first sentences of a novel was brought to you by Ms. Smith in I Capture the Castle. To be sure, this is the same Ms. Smith who wrote The One Hundred and One Dalmations.
The peasant wife had filled a plate with water, and laid flowers in it, their blossoms bordering the edge of the plate, while their stalks lay in the water; on the surface floated a large tulip leaf, and on it Tommelise might sit and sail from one side of the plate to the other, two […]
The overalls of the workers were white, their hands gloved with a pale corpse-coloured rubber. Brave New World guy. You can tell he’s English by the telltale ‘u’ in the very fine adjective, corpse-coloured.
Childhood is over when you no longer skip without thought.
Egbert came into the large, dimly lit drawing-room with the air of a man who is not certain whether he is entering a dovecote or a bomb factory, and is prepared for either eventuality. Comic stories sprinkled with darkness and cruelty were his fame claims. Think P. G. Wodehouse with an edge. World War One […]
The knights ducked and drew themselves together; the spears struck at the same moment; the horses checked in mid-career, reared up and fell over backward; the spears burst and went sailing high in the air, turning over and over gracefully like the results of high explosive; and the lady on the palfrey looked away. The […]
But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same […]
June 17 – The advance scouting party of wild yellow finds a good site. June 27 – The wild yellow community takes formal possession.