'...It is a little shy wine like a gazelle.''Like a leprechaun.'
'Dappled, in a tapestry meadow.'
'Like a flute by still water.'
'A prophet in a cave.'
'...And this is a necklace of pearls on a white neck.'
'Like a swan.'
'Like the last unicorn.'
'Ought we to be drunk every night?' Sebastian asked one morning.
'Yes, I think so.'
'I think so too.'
Drinking every night should be discouraged. Think of how the mornings and afternoons feel being left out of all the fun. By a slight realignment of the letters in the word "sober" we get "bores" and nothing bores like being sober.
ReplyDeleteI also love the passage where Mottram takes Ryder out for dinner in Paris and insists on the appalling brandy.
ReplyDeleteBogus: not the brandy was appaling but the parvenu style of drinking it in an over-blown balloon-glass even though it was a mere digestif in a humble yet well-picked restaurant.
ReplyDeleteWerner,
ReplyDeleteI think you should go back and read that passage again.
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ReplyDelete'Wernher'.
ReplyDeleteEntschuldigung, Wernher. How's the Chinese coming along?
ReplyDelete'Japanese'!!
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