Oh Barbara
Il pleut sans cesse sur Brest
Comme il pleuvait avant
Mais ce n'est plus pareil et tout est abime
C'est une pluie de deuil terrible et desolee
Jacques Prevért and Joseph Kosma.. and suitable listening for a potentially wet Bank Holiday!
Disorganization personified, music, and faith and computing - but zero attention spa..
Oh Barbara
Il pleut sans cesse sur Brest
Comme il pleuvait avant
Mais ce n'est plus pareil et tout est abime
C'est une pluie de deuil terrible et desolee
He had hardly gone ten steps in the street, before a passing omnibus stopped close by him, and a man got down, and came up to him, touching his hat as he did so. It was the police-inspector.Probably the last quote from Elizabeth Gaskell's North and South, rather a few transportation coincidences at this point in the novel!
Mois de Mai. Belle matinée ensoleillée. Le Cap Béar, au-dessus de Port-Vendres (Roussillon). Falaise rocheuse, garrigues, mer bleu saphir et bleu Nattier, argentée de soleil. Joie de la mer bleue. Chant du Traquet rieur.
Margaret's whole soul rose up against him while he reasoned in this way - as if commerce were everything and humanity nothing. She could hardly thank him for the individual kindness, which had brought him that very evening to to offer her - for the delicacy which made him understand that he must offer her privately - every convenience for illness that his own wealth or his mother's foresight had caused them to accumulate in their household, and which, as he learnt from Dr Donaldson, Mrs Hale might possibly require.Another chunk, as last week, from Gaskell's North and South - our book group book of the month. I'm enjoying this more than I thought!
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The Rev Ian Blay, Rector of St Wilfred's Mobberley halted a couple's wedding service when his wife Suzanne ran into the church carry their dog, Izzy, who was unconscious after choking on a piece of cheese. After dislodging the obstruction, Mr Blay gave Izzy mouth to mouth resuscitation, and the bride-to-be father's gave the dog chest compressions. The dog revivied and ran out. The couple were married the following week.under the title 'You may now kiss the dog'... I bet this is one thing they don't train you in at theological college! I bet Reform are writing letters in protest at inappropriate wedding services.
Mrs Thornton was not a woman much given to reasoning; her quick judgment and firm resolution served her in good stead of any long arguments and discussions with herself; she felt instinctively that nothing could strengthen Fanny to endure hardships patiently, or face difficulties bravely; and though she winced as she made this acknowledgement to herself about her daughter, it only gave her a sort of pitying tenderness of manner towards her; much of the same description of demeanour with which mothers are wont to treat their weak and sickly children. A stranger, a careless observer, might have considered that Mrs Thornton's manner to her children betokened far more love to Fanny than to John.Wheeeew - that first sentence! This is from our BATS (book group) of the month Elizabeth Gaskell's North and South.
They [Tory Cameron critics] cannot see that Cameron had to run the party like that so as to distract attention away from the unreconstructed Thatcherite, homophobic, xenophobic, intensely Euro-sceptic, callous, Christian-fundamentalist loon contingents that make up huge chunks of the Tory grass-roots and Parliamentary party.
And another curtain; but this one you couldn't see. This one was invisible, hanging down between them all, to divide the Protestant cousins from the Catholic ones, peeping slyly at each other through the gaps.