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"People hate anything well made. It gives them a guilty conscience." John Betjeman
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« Reply #1 on: 11:23:50, 20-04-2008 » |
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"People hate anything well made. It gives them a guilty conscience." John Betjeman
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oliver sudden
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« Reply #2 on: 11:27:12, 20-04-2008 » |
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What does it say about me that I expected something about cricket?  |
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Ron Dough
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« Reply #3 on: 11:45:21, 20-04-2008 » |
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Phil E Stein (didn't he play for Tasmania?)
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« Reply #4 on: 11:49:24, 20-04-2008 » |
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Phil E Stein (didn't he play for Tasmania?)
Opened the batting with DeKleinham-Fawl I believe. (With the bright Cedric "Fizzy" Tedde at first drop.) |
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« Reply #5 on: 12:12:51, 20-04-2008 » |
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Jan Fulov D'ussed was a pretty fine keeper, as I recall.
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« Reply #6 on: 12:37:27, 20-04-2008 » |
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The gloved one? Good at his scoop, I do remember.
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« Reply #7 on: 13:05:12, 20-04-2008 » |
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And the word "scoop" brings us neatly back to the subject of the thread...
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Don Basilio
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« Reply #8 on: 13:20:04, 20-04-2008 » |
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I'm glad to see that Daisy is far more mellow and less acerbic than her father and grandfather. I still think Scoop is wonderful.
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A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
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« Reply #9 on: 14:28:09, 20-04-2008 » |
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I'm glad to see that Daisy is far more mellow and less acerbic than her father and grandfather. I still think Scoop is wonderful. That's the novel I lost on the train last Thursday: an annotated version.  |
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« Reply #10 on: 14:44:12, 20-04-2008 » |
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The widowed Lady Trilby was William's Great Aunt Anne, his father's elder sister; she owned the motor car, a vehicle adapted to her own requirements; it had a horn which could be worked from the back seat; her weekly journey to church resounded through the village like the Coming of the Lord.
Scoop Chapter 2
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« Reply #11 on: 22:51:11, 20-04-2008 » |
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I find Waugh's reputation a bit mystifying. He seems to embody several aspects of English life that I don't really find very congenial.
Isn't his work supposed to be only partially accessible to the non-Catholic mind?
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« Reply #12 on: 22:54:56, 20-04-2008 » |
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I find Waugh's reputation a bit mystifying. He seems to embody several aspects of English life that I don't really find very congenial.
Isn't his work supposed to be only partially accessible to the non-Catholic mind?
SW, you mean like Greene's? I have a non-Catholic mind, and I think I get Waugh in one. Although I think I know what you mean about not being congenial. On the other hand, that's usually a plus in my book!  |
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« Reply #13 on: 23:04:27, 20-04-2008 » |
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SK, maybe it's a bit of a case of like poles repelling....  |
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« Reply #14 on: 07:27:59, 21-04-2008 » |
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Evelyn Waugh's catholicism as far as I can make out is an expression of his snobbery. He was a member of a fantasy version of the RC Church in England and Wales in which there were no Irish. That does not correspond to reality. He was not an admirable person, but I must say his kind of conservatism is one with which I can sympathize (contempt of the nouveau and the plutocratic.)
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