Here are the quotations for the coming week (August 25th to September 1st)
1. They seated themselves in the heavy chairs on the pebbled floor beneath
the eaves of the summer house by the orchard. A table between them carried
wine and glasses, and a packet of papers, with pen and ink. The larger man
of the two, his doublet unbuttoned, his broad face blotched and scarred,
puffed a little as he came to rest. The other picked up an apple from the
grass, bit it, and went on with the thread of the talk that they must have
carried out of doors with them.
2. Her cinnabar-tinted topsail, nicking the hot blue horizon, showed she was
a Spanish wheat-boat hours before she reached Marseilles mole. There, the
mainsail brailed itself, a spritsail broke out forward, and a handy driver
aft; and she threaded her way through the shipping to her berth at the quay
as quietly as a veiled woman slips through a bazaar.
3. John drew from his bosom a stamped leather box. Some six or eight inches
long, wherein, bedded on faded velvet, lay what looked like silver-bound
compasses of old box-wood, with a screw at the top which opened or closed
the legs to minute fractions. The legs terminated, not in points, but
spoon-shapedly, one spatula pierced with a metal-lined hole less than a
quarter of an inch across, the other with a half-inch hole. Into this
latter, John, after carefully wiping with a silk rag, slipped a metal
cylinder that carried glass or crystal, it seemed, at each end...
The sources of this week's quotations (August 18th to 24th) are as follows:
1. ("...tell him from me that I expect to be through with my little trouble
by the twenty-first of next month, an' I'm dyin' to see him as soon as
possible after that date...") This is from "A Madonna of the Trenches" in
'Debits and Credits'.
2. ("..I'd growed a nasty little weepin' boil, like, on me shin, just above
the boot-top, that wouldn't heal no shape...") This is from 'The Wish
House" in 'Debits and Credits'.
3. (...In the middle of his singing he felt the cold touch of the Crab's
claw on the apple of his throat...) This is from "The Children of the
Zodiac", in 'Many Inventions'.
Good wishes to all
John R
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