Saturday, January 28, 2012
Anne: 'I don't know--I don't want to talk as much,' she said, denting her chin thoughtfully with her forefinger. 'It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over. And somehow I don't want to use big words any more. It's almost a pity, isn't it, now that I'm really growing big enough to say them if I did want to. It's fun to be almost grown up in some ways, but it's not the kind of fun I expected, Marilla. There's so much to learn and do and think that there isn't time for big words.'
And some P.G. Wodehouse:
"There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.”
“The cup of tea on arrival at a country house is a thing which, as a rule, I particularly enjoy. I like the crackling logs, the shaded lights, the scent of buttered toast, the general atmosphere of leisured cosiness.”
Posted by Olivia at 3:34 PM
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Here is the pile of books I have enjoyed reading lately... the well-used binding on the bottom of the pile is a Brother Cadfael Omnibus.
A coffee-table puzzle of a Netherlands canal.
A selection from my English Literature today...
Here first the Eternal Father, guard of all,
Of heaven and earth, raised up the firmament,
The Almighty Lord set firm by His strong power
This roomy land; grass greened not yet the plain,
Ocean far spread hid the wan ways in gloom.
Then was the Spirit gloriously bright
Of Heaven's Keeper borne over the deep
Swiftly. The Life-giver, the Agel's Lord,
Over the ample ground bade come forth Light.
Quickly the High King's bidding was obeyed,
Over the waste there shone light's holy ray.
Then parted he, Lord of triuphant might,
Shadow from shining, darkness from the light.
Light by the Word of God, was first names day.
from the Paraphrase, often attributed to Caedmon, ancient English poet.
Posted by Olivia at 8:36 PM