
I'm not sure about some of those greens...
Disorganization personified, music, and faith and computing - but zero attention spa..
As it turned out, the potato-cakes were spoilt; because while we were eating them, we had one of those family rows which are so funny in books and on the pictures. They aren't funny in real life, particularly when they happen at meals, as they so often do.From Dodie Smith's I Capture the Castle our book group book of the month. Here's the goodread reviews and another review:
the novel’s plot wavers between the predictable and the absurd, with a superfluous dash of theatricality.
“For me, Duval was the Garbo of opera with a wild touch of vaudeville,” Rorem wrote. “She had clarity, intelligence, diction, beauty – with those eyes the size of eagle eggs.” For his part, Poulenc said of his muse: “This girl is pure sunlight.”
The face is blank and stiff, almost expressionless. One realises with a start how unchanging and conventionalized is the face of the living man and woman of these parts, handsome, but motionless as pure form.From D H Lawrence's Twilight in Italy, I loved this book when I first found it at school and have returned to it regularly though not for quite a few years. This section is about crucifixes in the alpine meadows.