Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The Reverse of the Medal, by Patrick O'Brian: 5 happy little stars
How I love O'Brian. I thought I had the next book, The Letter of Marque, queued up and ready to go. Finished the last page of this, sprang forth to the shelf to pull out the other, and, God's my life, it wasn't there!
Now I have to wait until Amazon delivers (I can probably reread Cyteen at least in that time). But, but, Stephen! And Sir Joseph Blaine! And we still have to reach the ship before tide!
Gaaaah.
Well, there is always The Aubreyad to keep me until The Letter comes in- and some other lovely things to get me by enjoy!
And Quotes:
"No, sir," said Jack, "I shall speak to them like a sucking dove."
Pig, Aubrey: sucking pig. Doves don't suck." 25
Mr. Williamson brought back the answer that Captain Aubrey's visit would be convenient, and to this, on his own initiative, he added Captain Goole's best compliments. He would have made them respectful too, if a certain sense of the possible had not restrained him at the last moment; for he loved his Captain. 28
He cackled for a short while at his own wit, and in doing so (the exercise being unusual with him) choked on a crumb. 102
"Why do I feel such an intense pleasure, such an intense satisfaction?" asked Stephen. For some time he searched for a convincing reply, but finding none he observed "The fact is that I do." He sat on as the sun's rays came slowly down through the trees, lower and lower, and when the lowest reached a branch no far above him it caught a dewdrop poised upon a leaf. The drop instantly blazed crimson, and a slight movement of his head made it show all the colours of the spectrum with extraordinary purity, from a red almost too deep to be seen through all the others to the ultimate violet and back again. Some minutes later a cock pheasant's explosive call broke the silence and the spell and he stood up. 178- you simply must read the entire passage, starting on 176 through 179.
"This miserable sophistry, which disregards not only epistemology but also the intuitive perception that informs all daily intercourse, is sometimes merely formular, yet I have known men who have so prostituted their intelligence that they believe it." 226
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