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Post by Bonobo on Jun 15, 2008 20:29:24 GMT 1
Hey, guys, let`s play a game. How about posting some quotes from your favourite books? There is no need to guess the correct title or author, although doing it would be great. I think it should be also good if you more or less say what the book is about. E.g., when I write: Open it! Open it! you should guess that it was said by a pirate called Pike who wanted to break into a room where Blackbeard`s treasure was kept.  Experienced readers will correctly guess that the quote comes from the book Bleackbeard`s Treasure. Now, a real example. From my favourite book. And it is not going to be easy!
Vexley waited nervously till they were seated and absently pressed his thumb into the back of his hand, counting the seconds till the indentation in the skin slowly filled. Pellagra had its compensations, he thought. And thinking of skin and bone reminded him of whales and his pop-eye brightened. "Well, today I was going to talk about whales. Do you know about whales? Ah," he said ecstatically as the King brought out a pack of Kooas and offered him one. The King passed the pack around the whole class. |
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Post by jeanne on Jun 15, 2008 22:14:49 GMT 1
...King Rat??
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Post by Bonobo on Jun 15, 2008 23:10:41 GMT 1
Yes, yes, yes! How did you know? Did you read the book or googled Vexley and King? They all gawked at the King. Then Tex shrugged. He and Max took hold of the blanket, using it as a screen, and began to converge on the corner. The others held their brooms ready to make sure the rat would not escape around the edges. Then Tex and Max made a sudden dive and the rat was caught in the folds of the material. Its teeth and claws ripped for an escape, but in the uproar Max rolled the blanket up and the blanket became a squirming ball. The men were excited and shouting at the capture. "Keep it quiet," the King ordered. "Max, you hold it. And make sure it doesn't get out. Tex, put on the Java. We'll all have some coffee." "What's this idea?" Peter Marlowe asked. "It's too good to let out, just like that. Well have the coffee first." While they were drinking their coffee, the King stood up. "All right, you guys. Now listen. We've got a rat, right?" "So?" Miller was perplexed as they all were. "We've no food, right?" "Sure, but -" "Oh my God," Peter Marlowe said aghast. "You don't mean you're suggesting we eat it?" "Of course not," the King said. Then he beamed seraphically. "We're not going to. But there're plenty who'd like to buy some meat -" "Rat meat?" Byron Jones III's eye popped majestically. "You're outta your mind. You think someone'd buy rat meat? Course they wouldn't," Miller said impatiently. "Of course no one'll buy the meat if they know it's rat. But say they don't know, huh?" The King let the words settle, then continued benignly, "Say we don't tell anyone. The meat'll look like any other meat. We'll say it's rabbit -" |
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Post by jeanne on Jun 15, 2008 23:59:08 GMT 1
I confess, I googled Vexley...  Bonobo, Do you read these novels in English or in a Polish translation? |
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Post by Bonobo on Jun 18, 2008 21:54:36 GMT 1
I confess, I googled Vexley... Bonobo, Do you read these novels in English or in a Polish translation? I read these books in Polish when I was a boy. The ones I liked the best I tried to get in English later on. |
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Post by Bonobo on Jun 25, 2008 17:23:50 GMT 1
This is not my favourite book. After you guess the name, I will elaborate why.
There was a roar and a great confusion of noise. Fires leaped up and licked the roof. The throbbing grew to a great tumult, and the Mountain shook. [...]
A brief vision he had of swirling cloud, and in the midst of it towers and battlements, tall as hills, founded upon a mighty mountain-throne above immeasurable pits; great courts and dungeons, eyeless prisons sheer as cliffs, and gaping gates of steel and adamant: and then all passed. Towers fell and mountains slid; walls crumbled and melted, crashing down; vast spires of smoke and spouting steams went billowing up, up, until they toppled like an overwhelming wave, and its wild crest curled and came foaming down upon the land. And then at last over the miles between there came a rumble, rising to a deafening crash and roar; the earth shook, the plain heaved and cracked, [..]. Fire belched from its riven summit. The skies burst into thunder seared with lightning. Down like lashing whips fell a torrent of black rain.
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Post by jeanne on Jun 27, 2008 1:59:18 GMT 1
This is not my favourite book. After you guess the name, I will elaborate why. There was a roar and a great confusion of noise. Fires leaped up and licked the roof. The throbbing grew to a great tumult, and the Mountain shook. [...] A brief vision he had of swirling cloud, and in the midst of it towers and battlements, tall as hills, founded upon a mighty mountain-throne above immeasurable pits; great courts and dungeons, eyeless prisons sheer as cliffs, and gaping gates of steel and adamant: and then all passed. Towers fell and mountains slid; walls crumbled and melted, crashing down; vast spires of smoke and spouting steams went billowing up, up, until they toppled like an overwhelming wave, and its wild crest curled and came foaming down upon the land. And then at last over the miles between there came a rumble, rising to a deafening crash and roar; the earth shook, the plain heaved and cracked, [..]. Fire belched from its riven summit. The skies burst into thunder seared with lightning. Down like lashing whips fell a torrent of black rain. How about a little hint? |
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Post by gigi on Jun 27, 2008 2:35:25 GMT 1
It was being considered as part of your summer reading program... |
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Post by tufta on Jun 27, 2008 8:34:01 GMT 1
Apocalypse of John? ;o)
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Post by jeanne on Jun 27, 2008 11:49:28 GMT 1
It was being considered as part of your summer reading program... Ohhhh...I was going to guess Lord of the Rings (or part of the trilogy) but I figured you wouldn't use that because we had discussed it in another thread and this was supposed to be a m-y-s-t-e-r-y... gigi, where were you when we needed you on this one? p.s. after reading this I'm kind of backing off having LOTR as part of my summer reading...it reminded me of why I don't like fantasy literature like this...sorry. |
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Post by gigi on Jun 27, 2008 14:19:29 GMT 1
p.s. after reading this I'm kind of backing off having LOTR as part of my summer reading...it reminded me of why I don't like fantasy literature like this...sorry. Okay, but I would still recommend renting the first movie (Fellowship of the Ring). It really is a great film! Sir Ian McKellen is in it, if you are a fan. |
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Post by gigi on Jun 27, 2008 16:24:19 GMT 1
The author was a devout Catholic, and the Christian themes of his work have often been discussed. |
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Post by Bonobo on Jun 28, 2008 1:49:01 GMT 1
hahaha good logical thinking but still a wrong guess! Ohhhh...I was going to guess Lord of the Rings (or part of the trilogy) but I figured you wouldn't use that because we had discussed it in another thread and this was supposed to be a m-y-s-t-e-r-y... I sometimes set traps with hidden hints for my students as a form of experiment ....I love observing them..... if they are able to guess the idea/clue hidden in a question, I am always very happy..... ;D ;D ;D ;D Sorry, I love such experiments.... I hope you don`t mind being a rabbit for a while??? Fantasy can be great if it is written by an intelligent author with great erudition. Tolkien was OK 70 years ago but today he is a bit obsolete. Like I said before, his productions resemble Volkswagen Beetle, while in our times we drive modern cars with airconditioning etc. Only true fans of Tolkien are able to read him... ;D ;D ;D I like Sapkowski`s fantasy books about Hexer/Witcher. The author is an erudite who uses so many allusions to the world`s culture/history that reading his books is a great pleasure. One day when I get the book I will supply some quotes. I know it has been translated and released in the British market. Okay, but I would still recommend renting the first movie (Fellowship of the Ring). It really is a great film! Sir Ian McKellen is in it, if you are a fan. I agree. The film is twice as good as the book. I can say that the director improved Tolkien in the modern fashion. The author was a devout Catholic, and the Christian themes of his work have often been discussed. Really? I thought that in fantasy literature only C.S. Lewis with his saga about Narnia was considered an author who refered to Christian dilemmas/themes ? |
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Post by gigi on Jun 28, 2008 2:03:29 GMT 1
Like I said before, his productions resemble Volkswagen Beetle, while in our times we drive modern cars with airconditioning etc... Or perhaps a B&W television??? ;D Both authors include Christian themes in their writing, but they are perhaps more obvious with C.S. Lewis. |
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Post by Bonobo on Jun 28, 2008 2:09:24 GMT 1
Why don`t I like the LOTR (villain) books of Tolkien?
Because his style of writing is full of artificial emotions. Bombastic and exaggerated. Characters are not real people but artificial pompous puppets who act as the author pulls the strings. I read a few chapters from all books but dropped them because the film was by far more interesting. Tolkien probably took his writing too seriously, I think he could have done with a little (self) irony, the technique applied by Sapkowski in his wonderful books.
Examples of wordy writing of Tolkien. After reading it I don`t know if I should cry or laugh ;D ;D ;D All fans of Tolkien, I am so sorry!
The winged creature screamed at her, but the Ringwraith made no answer, and was silent, as if in sudden doubt. Very amazement for a moment conquered Merry's fear. He opened his eyes and the blackness was lifted from them. There some paces from him sat the great beast, and all seemed dark about it, and above it loomed the Nazgűl Lord like a shadow of despair. A little to the left facing them stood she whom he had called Dernhelm. But the helm of her secrecy, had fallen from her, and her bright hair, released from its bonds, gleamed with pale gold upon her shoulders. Her eyes grey as the sea were hard and fell, and yet tears were on her cheek. A sword was in her hand, and she raised her shield against the horror of her enemy's eyes.
Éowyn it was, and Dernhelm also. For into Merry's mind flashed the memory of the face that he saw at the riding from Dunharrow: the face of one that goes seeking death, having no hope. Pity filled his heart and great wonder, and suddenly the slow-kindled courage of his race awoke. He clenched his hand. She should not die, so fair, so desperate At least she should not die alone, unaided.
The face of their enemy was not turned towards him, but still he hardly dared to move, dreading lest the deadly eyes should fall on him. Slowly, slowly he began to crawl aside; but the Black Captain, in doubt and malice intent upon the woman before him, heeded him no more than a worm in the mud.
Suddenly the great beast beat its hideous wings, and the wind of them was foul. Again it leaped into the air, and then swiftly fell down upon Éowyn, shrieking, striking with beak and claw.
Still she did not blench: maiden of the Rohirrim, child of kings, slender but as a steel-blade, fair but terrible. A swift stroke she dealt, skilled and deadly. The outstretched neck she clove asunder, and the hewn head fell like a stone. Backward she sprang as the huge shape crashed to ruin, vast wings outspread, crumpled on the earth; and with its fall the shadow passed away. A light fell about her, and her hair shone in the sunrise.
Out of the wreck rose the Black Rider, tall and threatening, towering above her. With a cry of hatred that stung the very ears like venom he let fall his mace. Her shield was shivered in many pieces, and her arm was broken; she stumbled to her knees. He bent over her like a cloud, and his eyes glittered; he raised his mace to kill.
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Post by gigi on Jun 28, 2008 3:16:56 GMT 1
Why don`t I like the LOTR (villain) books of Tolkien? Examples of wordy writing of Tolkien. After reading it I don`t know if I should cry or laugh ;D ;D ;D All fans of Tolkien, I am so sorry! He certainly writes with great detail and drama. I have found many a passage difficult to navigate, especially with all of the various characters, lands, etc. that are introduced. I don't think this particular passage is too bad. He is trying to build up some tension. How do you think Sapkowski would have written it? I am not familiar with Sapkowski's work. Have many of his books been translated to English? I only found The Last Wish online. I'll have to borrow it from my local library and check it out (no pun intended)... |
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Post by Bonobo on Jun 28, 2008 9:00:25 GMT 1
He certainly writes with great detail and drama. I have found many a passage difficult to navigate, especially with all of the various characters, lands, etc. that are introduced. I don't think this particular passage is too bad. He is trying to build up some tension. How do you think Sapkowski would have written it? Sapkowski, especially in his early work, also builds dramatic tension in this way. But he gave it up for ironic humour. As the books gradually appear in the market or libraries, you will be able to read it yourself.... Last Wish is a collection of short stories about Geralt, the Witcher, who exterminates monsters for money. He also kills people, mostly in self-defence. ;D ;D These stories will introduce you to the world imagined by Sapkowski, it is in fact Tolkien`s world of different races fighting for domination, but served in a modern attire, you know, with "air-conditioning" etc. Throughout the stories Geralt gradually develops from a serious, monumental uncaring cold hero to ....... you will see for yourself. I love those books for real characters, a complete lack of political correctness and amazing dose of humour, practically in every moment possible, even when Geralt has sex with a witch - you won`t find it in Tolkien. ;D ;D ;D I also value multiple allusions to general or Polish culture and history. Discovering them while reading is great fun.   On 18 September there will be another book released: The Blood of Elves, the first part of a saga, which is a continuation of the Last Wish. It is even better, a masterpiece of literature, not only fantasy....  You mean, check it out under your jacket?  ;D ;D ;D |
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Post by jeanne on Jun 28, 2008 21:44:10 GMT 1
Since I know Bonobo likes war stories, I will offer this mystery quote of my own. This comes from the first of two novels which together tell an epic story of an American family during WWII. The two books are very high on my list of favorites, probably second and third...
To make things a little more m-y-s-t-e-r-i-o-u-s, I have used the characters' initials only so that you can't google the names and come to an easy answer!
An engraved card, slid under their cabin door shortly before dinner, invited them to the captain's table. They debated whether P. should wear a uniform, and decided against it. The guess turned out to be correct. A German submarine officer at the table, a man as short and as taciturn as V.H., wore a brown business suit. The captain, a paunchy stiff man in gold-buttoned blue, heavily joshed the ladies in slow English or clear German, blue eyes twinkling in his weathered fat face. Now and then he flicked a finger, and a steward in full dress jumped to his side. The captain would crackle a few words, and off the steward would bustle with a terrified face, gesturing at the waiters, long tailcoat flapping. The food was abundant and exquisite, the bowl of white and purple orchids spectacular. The parade of wines worried P., for when R. was excited she could drink too much. But she ate heartily, drank normally, and delighted the captain by bantering with him in fluent German.
The submarine man's wife sat on H.'s left, a blonde in green low-cut chiffon that lavishly showed big creamy breasts. P. surprised her into warm laughter by asking if she had ever worked in films. At his right sat a small English girl in gray tweed, the daughter of A. T.. T.was the only real celebrity at the table, a British broadcaster and correspondent, about six feet two, with a big belly, a huge brown moustache, bulging eyes, a heavy veined nose, thick glasses, bearish eyebrows, booming voice, and an enormous appetite. He had arrived at the table laughing, and laughed at whatever was said to him, and at almost everything he said himself. He was a very ugly man, and his clothes did little to mitigate the ugliness: a rust-brown fuzzy suit, a tattersall shirt and a copious green bow tie. He smoked cigrettes, tiny in his sausage-fat fingers; one expected a pipe or a long black cigar, but the cigarette was always smoldering in his hand, except when he was plying a knife and fork.
For all the forced badinage, it was an awkward meal. Nobody mentioned politics, war, or the Nazis. Even books and plays were risky. In long silences, the slow-rolling ship squeaked and groaned. V.H. and the submariner exchanged several appraising glances, but no words. P. tried once or twice to amuse T.'s daughter at his right, eliciting only a shy smile. Over the dessert, turning away from the blonde- who kept telling him how good his stumbling German was- he made one more effort."I suppose you're on vacation from school?"
"Well, sort of permanently. I'm twenty-eight."
"You are? Hm! Sorry. I thought you were about in my daughter's class. She's nineteen." The T. girl said nothing, so he kept talking. "I hope you took my stupidity as a compliment. Don't women like to be thought younger than they are?"
"Oh, many people make that mistake, Commander. It comes of my travelling with my father. His eyes aren't very good. I help him with his work."
"That must be interesting."
"Depending on the subject matter. Nowadays it's sort of a broken record. Will the little tramp go, or won't he?"
She took a sip of wine. Commander H. was brought up short. The "little tramp" was Charlie Chaplin, of course, and by ready transfer, Hitler. She was saying that T.'s one topic was whether Hitler would start a war. By not dropping her voice, by using a phrase which a German ear would be unlikely to catch, by keeping her face placid, she had managed not only to touch the forbidden subject, but to express a world of contempt, at the Captain's table on the Bremen, for the dictator of Germany.
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Post by Bonobo on Jun 29, 2008 0:01:26 GMT 1
She took a sip of wine. Commander H. was brought up short. The "little tramp" was Charlie Chaplin, of course, and by ready transfer, Hitler. She was saying that T.'s one topic was whether Hitler would start a war. By not dropping her voice, by using a phrase which a German ear would be unlikely to catch, by keeping her face placid, she had managed not only to touch the forbidden subject, but to express a world of contempt, at the Captain's table on the [/i] Bremen , for the dictator of Germany.[/quote] Hey, I know, it is Gone with the Wind, of course!!! There was war and a girl in the book, and a dictator too!! I remember his funny moustache and unfunny behaviour! PS. On second thoughts I think it is still another windy title, the Winds of War. The sequel was War and Rememberance, yes? I watched this serial on Polish TV in late 80s. To tell the truth, I watched only two episodes and gave up because I couldn`t bear the lies they were spreading about the war in Poland in 1939. |
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Post by jeanne on Jun 29, 2008 1:34:12 GMT 1
Hey, I know, it is Gone with the Wind, of course!!! There was war and a girl in the book, and a dictator too!! I remember his funny moustache and unfunny behaviour! PS. On second thoughts I think it is still another windy title, the Winds of War. The sequel was War and Rememberance, yes? I watched this serial on Polish TV in late 80s. To tell the truth, I watched only two episodes and gave up because I couldn`t bear the lies they were spreading about the war in Poland in 1939. Yes, Bonobo, of course you are right again! I also watched the made-for-TV series in the 80's (and I thought you would be too young then to remember it! ;D) But, as is usually the case, the TV series did not come anywhere near being as good as the books. Since I haven't read them in a few years (certainly not since my recent forum-provided education on Poland), can you tell me what you objected to...what lies about the war in Poland? |
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Post by Bonobo on Jun 29, 2008 20:10:47 GMT 1
Yes, Bonobo, of course you are right again! But it took me 30 minutes to guess.... I also watched the made-for-TV series in the 80's (and I thought you would be too young then to remember it! ;D) No, I wasn`t too young, I was about 20, but I had other things on my mind, my first serious girlfriend, you know, and studies too.... Since I haven't read them in a few years (certainly not since my recent forum-provided education on Poland), can you tell me what you objected to...what lies about the war in Poland? There was an episode when Natalie and Byron got mixed up in the Polish-German war of 1939. I remember it like today, probably it sounded very offensive then: Natalie, looking at the Polish horse cavalry: They are so brave. Byron: Yes, but they are nothing compared to German tanks. Natalie: What are they doing now? Byron: Going home. They fight at day and when the evening sets in, they return to their homes. After hearing this I realised the serial is in fact a bag full of rubbish, not worth watching anymore. I understood it that Jewish directors and producers of the serial had to insert sth like this to explain to American viewers why Poles lost the 39 war. But did they have to do it in such a stupid way, debasing Poles at the same time??? |
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Post by Bonobo on Jun 29, 2008 21:19:05 GMT 1
Another of the favourite books of my childhood/youth.
The minister gave out his text and droned along monotonously through an argument that was so prosy that many a head by and by began to nod --and yet it was an argument that dealt in limitless fire and brimstone and thinned the predestined elect down to a company so small as to be hardly worth the saving. He counted the pages of the sermon; after church he always knew how many pages there had been, but he seldom knew anything else about the discourse. However, this time he was really interested for a
little while. The minister made a grand and moving picture of the
assembling together of the world's hosts at the millennium when the lion and the lamb should lie down together and a little child should lead them. But the pathos, the lesson, the moral of the great spectacle were lost upon the boy; he only thought of the conspicuousness of the principal character before the on-looking nations; his face lit with the thought, and he said to himself that he wished he could be that child, if it was a tame lion.
Now he lapsed into suffering again, as the dry argument was resumed.
Presently he bethought him of a treasure he had and got it out. It was a large black beetle with formidable jaws -- a "pinchbug," he called it. It was in a percussion-cap box. The first thing the beetle did was to take him by the finger. A natural fillip followed, the beetle went floundering into the aisle and lit on its back, and the hurt finger went into the boy's mouth. The beetle lay there working its helpless legs, unable to turn over. He eyed it, and longed for it; but it was safe out of his reach. Other people uninterested
in the sermon found relief in the beetle, and they eyed it too. Presently a vagrant poodle dog came idling along, sad at heart, lazy with the summer softness and the quiet, weary of captivity, sighing for change. He spied the beetle; the drooping tail lifted and wagged. He surveyed the prize; walked around it; smelt at it from a safe distance; walked around it again; grew bolder, and took a closer smell; then lifted his lip and made a gingerly snatch at it, just missing it; made another, and another; began to enjoy the diversion; subsided to his stomach with the beetle between his
paws, and continued his experiments; grew weary at last, and then
indifferent and absent-minded. His head nodded, and little by little his chin descended and touched the enemy, who seized it. There was a sharp yelp, a flirt of the poodle's head, and the beetle fell a couple of yards away, and lit on its back once more.
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Post by tufta on Jun 30, 2008 13:06:53 GMT 1
I though only such dinosaurs as the undersigned read Mark Twain in childhood and, mentioned by name here C.S. Lewis!  |
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Post by Bonobo on Jun 30, 2008 20:40:13 GMT 1
I though only such dinosaurs as the undersigned read Mark Twain in childhood and, mentioned by name here C.S. Lewis! Yes, I read him too and considered it a wonderful litearature... Tufta, it is very noble of you to provide the name of the author and halt at the title. You wanna leave it for others to guess??? |
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Post by tufta on Jul 1, 2008 3:35:23 GMT 1
It was not noble... unfortunately I was so happy I recognized something from the citations quoted in the forum I forgot to add the title. But let it stay this way. To C.S. Lewis - his little book The Screwtape Letters (Listy starego diabła do młodego) is one of my favourites books among all I ever read. And helped me a lot in life! |
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Post by jeanne on Jul 1, 2008 11:23:18 GMT 1
I though only such dinosaurs as the undersigned read Mark Twain in childhood and, mentioned by name here C.S. Lewis! Yes, I read him too and considered it a wonderful litearature... Tufta, it is very noble of you to provide the name of the author and halt at the title. You wanna leave it for others to guess??? Like Tufta, I was very happy to see a quote that I recognized... the book, of course, is 'Tom Sawyer'!! |
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Post by jeanne on Jul 1, 2008 19:34:29 GMT 1
After reading the quote from 'Tom Sawyer', I was strongly reminded of a passage from another of my favorite books...can you guess this one? I have again used initials only to prevent easy googling...
It was a June evening, and still swelteringly hot. When the day-boys had gone home we were allowed to remain outside for a bit because of the heat. M. came up to me. We could hardly be described as friends, and I am pretty sure that he despised me because, in those days, I was a rather spiritless and well-behaved boy. He took from his pocket a pill-box and half raised the lid.
"Look!"
It contained two stag beetles. He had given them a cherry for food.
"They don't like cherries," said I. "They live on the rotten bark of old oaks."
We used to catch them on Thursdays, near the School Lodge, on our way out. These particular insects always start flying at sunset.
"You can have one of them. Take the bigger, but be careful-they're not tame yet!"
I couldn't tell him that I didn't know where to put the beetle. But I was pleased that he should speak so kindly to me. We sat down on the steps that led to the main block of the school buildings. Two hundred boys and about twenty masters were crowded into what had once been a beautifully proportioned town-house.
I'm going to train them to pull a cart," said J.
He took from his pocket a small box which he fastened with thread to the beetle's claws. We played with it for a while. During these special recreation periods on summer evenings no boy was ever kept in, and there was no insistence on community games. Elsewhere on the steps other boys were busy spitting on apricot stones and polishing them. This done, they made a hole in each and took out the kernel, using the empty shell as a whistle. The heat of the day was still intense within the space surrounded on four sides by buildings. Not a breath of air stirred the leaves on the sickly plane trees. Monsieur R., his legs apart, was in his usual place over by the outdoor toilets, to see that we didn't stay too long in them. They gave off a powerful stench which fought a losing battle with the smell of chlorine and disinfectant. From the other side of the wall came the sound of a cab bumping over the rough cobbles of the rue Leyteire. I was filled with envy of the unknown passenger, of the coachman, and even of the horse, because they were not shut away in school, and didn't have to go in fear of Monsieur R.
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Post by Bonobo on Jul 1, 2008 22:26:32 GMT 1
It was not noble... unfortunately I was so happy I recognized something from the citations quoted in the forum I forgot to add the title. But let it stay this way. OK, it is still noble I think ;D Really? I don`t know this book.... Actually, I have never read anything by Lewis. It just sort of never got into my hands and there were times when I read everything...... |
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Post by Bonobo on Jul 1, 2008 22:28:25 GMT 1
Like Tufta, I was very happy to see a quote that I recognized... the book, of course, is 'Tom Sawyer'!! The most impressive part of the book was when the boys ran away from homes (except for Huck because he ran away from his barrel) and spend a few times on an island, far from all obnoxious people.... Wonderful adventure...... ;D ;D ;D |
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Post by Bonobo on Jul 1, 2008 22:52:10 GMT 1
After reading the quote from 'Tom Sawyer', I was strongly reminded of a passage from another of my favorite books...can you guess this one? I can`t. It isn`t Dickens, is it? I think it isn`t from classic literature...  |
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