"The war was their trains-on-time"
Jul. 14th, 2003 12:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexsarllThe people in my office are talking about pigeons with buttplugs. And it is genuinely nothing to do with me.
Any heirs to Holmes and Dupin among you may guess that this entry will concern yesterday. And though I'd love to wrongfoot you just for the hell of it, that's precisely what it will concern.
So...awake. Feel human. Having not had a decent night's sleep since Wednesday, this is a welcome development. A shower, a walk and some crisps later, I can even cope with the heat, more or less. Finish off The Sound And The Fury, gratified to see that the narration does get more coherent in the last two segments. It's a very powerful book, and I'll certainly read more Faulkner now, but given it came quite early in his career, I'm amazed he carried it off; had a book by a new writer opened with seventy pages from the point of view of a drooling imbecile, I doubt I'd have persevered.
And then to Highbury Fields for booze and watching the wildlife with the fops.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darkmarcpi didn't wear shorts, puzzledanwen had proof that Primark gets it right sometimes, The Child seemed impressed enough by wardytron and stephens attempting cricket to forgive me for not being an umbrella, and fifilabelle seemed surprised that I knew so much about prolapses.
Shame about some of the other folk there, though. Which liberal do-gooder decreed that the public were allowed in public places?
Thence back to Finny P, for a glossy magazine-style visit tosuicideally and drasticsturgeon's Lovely Home/tabloid-style expose of their den of iniquity. Their journals feature as many details of the night as can be made public at this time, or indeed, remembered. It's strange being transcribed as one speaks. Makes me understand how Dr Johnson must have felt, except for the bit about being a shortsighted lexicographer of course.
Any heirs to Holmes and Dupin among you may guess that this entry will concern yesterday. And though I'd love to wrongfoot you just for the hell of it, that's precisely what it will concern.
So...awake. Feel human. Having not had a decent night's sleep since Wednesday, this is a welcome development. A shower, a walk and some crisps later, I can even cope with the heat, more or less. Finish off The Sound And The Fury, gratified to see that the narration does get more coherent in the last two segments. It's a very powerful book, and I'll certainly read more Faulkner now, but given it came quite early in his career, I'm amazed he carried it off; had a book by a new writer opened with seventy pages from the point of view of a drooling imbecile, I doubt I'd have persevered.
And then to Highbury Fields for booze and watching the wildlife with the fops.
darkmarcpi didn't wear shorts, puzzledanwen had proof that Primark gets it right sometimes, The Child seemed impressed enough by wardytron and stephens attempting cricket to forgive me for not being an umbrella, and fifilabelle seemed surprised that I knew so much about prolapses.Shame about some of the other folk there, though. Which liberal do-gooder decreed that the public were allowed in public places?
Thence back to Finny P, for a glossy magazine-style visit to
suicideally and drasticsturgeon's Lovely Home/tabloid-style expose of their den of iniquity. Their journals feature as many details of the night as can be made public at this time, or indeed, remembered. It's strange being transcribed as one speaks. Makes me understand how Dr Johnson must have felt, except for the bit about being a shortsighted lexicographer of course.
