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At the risk of confusing those who've only seen your avatar, it does look a little bit like you, Mort!  |
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #48 on: 21:41:33, 10-02-2008 » |
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At the risk of confusing those who've only seen your avatar, it does look a little bit like you, Mort! Absolutely tinners.. and Mort !! A |
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« Reply #49 on: 09:20:29, 11-02-2008 » |
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I always thought of myself as Moomintroll, but came to the conclusion that I was more likely Sniff.
But, my two brothers are Snufkin and the Snork.
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« Reply #50 on: 10:48:44, 11-02-2008 » |
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And, sometimes, I'm Henry Root. Henry Root! The Dutch journalist Martin van Amerongen wrote a collection of hoax letters under the name of H.A. Schuringa, Professional Engineer:  This book was inspired by the Henry Root Letters.  |
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"People hate anything well made. It gives them a guilty conscience." John Betjeman
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« Reply #51 on: 12:56:02, 11-02-2008 » |
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Jane Eyre
The first character I really identified with - and still do. The name helps!
Me too! It has always been my favourite book. Wuthering Heights was too destructive for me. Too much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth - plus I do like a reasonably happy ending. |
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« Reply #52 on: 14:29:09, 11-02-2008 » |
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Having said that about Jane Eyre and it's true - as an actual personality or character, I don't identify with her. It is the romance of the story that appeals to me. The character from a book that would sum up my own personality to a tee, although not the physical description of the heroine, would be Cluny Brown, from a novel of the same name. She had my temperament and personality entirely. I loved that book which I picked up as a youngster, from a bookstall at a fete and recognised my own persona on the first reading.  |
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« Reply #53 on: 14:36:17, 11-02-2008 » |
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Now that we've all (or mostly all) had a stab at this... I would be interested to know what the reasons are behind some of these choices? Is there some yearning or identification with life in a different place, time, or milieu? (My bro gets involved in "historical reenactment" performances - in that area many performers have noticed that the majority of visitors to stately homes, chateaux etc always imagine themselves to have been the owners, lords, baronesses, dukes etc - and almost never the scullery-maids, dong-fermors etc). In my own literary example, it may or may not be coincidental that I live 200m from the setting of the opening scene of the novel   |
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« Reply #54 on: 14:39:07, 11-02-2008 » |
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In my own literary example, it may or may not be coincidental that I live 200m from the setting of the opening scene of the novel MIND THAT TRAM!!!!!!! |
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« Reply #55 on: 15:22:52, 11-02-2008 » |
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MIND THAT TRAM!!!!!!!
Oooooh, it's not the tram so much... it's the pool of sunflower oil that makes you slip over... In reality, trams have never run alongside the Ponds, even in Bulakhov's time... adding a ghostly aspect to Berlioz's death  |
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« Reply #56 on: 17:53:51, 11-02-2008 » |
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I might add that the film Cluny Brown, supposedly based on the novel, bore no resemblance to the text in any way apart from the names of the characters. Cluny was not pretty at all. She was "unusual". The story in the film differed wildly from the book itself if what I've just googled is correct. I didn't see the film and I'm very glad I didn't! Nothing like a film to ruin your favourite work of fiction.  |
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« Reply #57 on: 23:01:59, 12-02-2008 » |
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have always been slightly disturbed by the way that mymbles are basically baby-machines.
little my is a mymble waiting to grow up.
her sister is well on the way.
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« Reply #58 on: 23:08:25, 12-02-2008 » |
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Hmm, I hadn`t interpreted the Mymbles in that way. Perhaps time to revisit the books. There`s always something new to find in them, IMHO.
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« Reply #59 on: 23:10:35, 12-02-2008 » |
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MIND THAT TRAM!!!!!!!
In reality, trams have never run alongside the Ponds, even in Bulakhov's time... adding a ghostly aspect to Berlioz's death Now I've got to google to find out how Berlioz died... |
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