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Erte, Mr. Tilney, and treacle-in-a-well



I have made an executive decision. From henceforth until an undetermined date my blog will be a "stuff" blog, which is to say it will be entirely devoted to posting cool poems, quotes, reviews of books and movies and music, links, commentary on said links, and other miscellaneous goodies. I do not really have the time to write insightful essays with each entry, so I think this format will be much nicer and encourage me to post more often. To begin:

The general pause which succeeded his short disquisition on the state of the nation, was put to an end by Catherine, who, in rather a solemn tone of voice, uttered these words, “I have heard that something very shocking indeed will soon come out in London.”
Miss Tilney, to whom this was chiefly addressed, was startled, and hastily replied, “Indeed!- and of what nature?”
“That I do not know, nor who is the author. I have only heard that it is to be more horrible than any thing we have met with yet.”
“Good heaven!- Where could you hear of such a thing?”
“A particular friend of mine had an account of it in a letter from London yesterday. It is to be uncommonly dreadful. I shall expect murder and every thing of the kind.”
“You speak with astonishing composure! But I hope your friend’s accounts have been exaggerated;- and if such a design is known beforehand, proper measures with undoubtedly be taken by government to prevent its coming to effect.”
“Government,” said Henry, endeavoring not to smile, “neither desires nor dares to interfere in such matters. There must be murder; and government cares not how much.”
-Northanger Abbey

 
Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began very cautiously: `But I don't understand. Where did they draw the treacle from?'
`You can draw water out of a water-well,' said the Hatter; `so I should think you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well--eh, stupid?'
`But they were IN the well,' Alice said to the Dormouse, not choosing to notice this last remark.
`Of course they were', said the Dormouse; `--well in.'
This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let the Dormouse go on for some time without interrupting it.
`They were learning to draw,' the Dormouse went on, yawning and rubbing its eyes, for it was getting very sleepy; `and they drew all manner of things--everything that begins with an M--'
`Why with an M?' said Alice.
`Why not?' said the March Hare.
Alice was silent.
The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going off into a doze; but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again with a little shriek, and went on: `--that begins with an M, such as mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness-- you know you say things are "much of a muchness"--did you ever see such a thing as a drawing of a muchness?'
`Really, now you ask me,' said Alice, very much confused, `I don't think--'
`Then you shouldn't talk,' said the Hatter.
-Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

See? Just happy things that make me smile. And hopefully you. Ladeda.



» End = Erte, Mr. Tilney, and treacle-in-a-well


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Posted at 2:40 PM on Jun. 11, 2008 by Jocelyndixon
Awww, it did make me smile. Thanks.

So did your comment. Glad to hear from you and glad to hear that you have a good relationship with your sister. What a blessing!

Love
MJ