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Carrion Comfort

Sometimes other people remark how odd it is that I, an avowed atheist, should be soul-attracted to a Catholic priest and a Catholic monk, but there you go: the world is a very strange place. Gerard Manley Hopkins and Thomas Merton have seen me through many dark nights of the soul, and although I don’t share their faith in God […]

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Sorted

OK. I’ve decided what to do with the two blogs situation. I’m going to run with my original plan to post about books I find in my TBR stash at the book mountain. I figure, probably erroneously, that this will give me incentive to have a look at the shelves now and then and maybe even actually read some of […]

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My Weekend

I didn’t have time for reading over the weekend because of this: Last Thursday I awoke to find that Molly had been very busy during the night, scratching and biting her flanks and turning them into a bloody pulp. There was STRESS involved in that discovery, I can tell you. Anyhow, a trip to the vet and a few hundred […]

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WTF Book Covers

I was perusing an online book store when I came across these monstrosities. I wonder if the people who chose these designs actually know anything about the book? I’m thinking NOT. A row boat? Seriously? A ROW boat? ‘And then she went for a wander in a paddock…’ Just. What? Victorian-era misery? Wrong. Going for the full set of erotic […]

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July 2015

July wasn’t a particularly good reading month for me. I’ve had a virus for a couple of weeks now, which has kind of wiped out my sinuses, so what with the face ache and general body-blah feeling, I’ve been mostly fiddling around with my new website and not reading much at all. I’m now into the ‘coughing like a sixty-a-day-smoker’ […]

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How Beastly the Bourgeois Is – D.H. Lawrence

How Beastly the Bourgeois Is How beastly the bourgeois is especially the male of the species– Presentable, eminently presentable– shall I make you a present of him? Isn’t he handsome? Isn’t he healthy? Isn’t he a fine specimen? Doesn’t he look the fresh clean Englishman, outside? Isn’t it God’s own image? tramping his thirty miles a day after partridges, or […]