Dear Colleagues
Here are the sources of our last set of quotations on the Members' newspage
of the web-site: (Nov 7th to 13th):
1. '...It was a shade cooler in the press-room than the office, so I sat
there, while the type ticked and clicked, and the night jars hooted at the
windows, and the all but naked compositors wiped the sweat from their
foreheads and called for water...' is from 'The Man who Would be King' in
'Wee Willie Winkie'.
2. ...The heavy raindrops struck him with a thousand tingling little
thrills, and the weight of all time since time was made hung heavy on his
eyelids. He thought and perceived that he was perfectly secure, for the
water was so solid that a man could surely step out upon it... is from 'The
Bridge-Builders' in 'The Day's Work'.
3. ...There were oil-cars, and hay cars, and stock-cars full of lowing
beasts, and ore-cars, and potato-cars with stove-pipe ends sticking out in
the middle; cold-storage and refrigerator cars dropping ice-water on the
tracks... is from '.007' in 'The Day's Work'.
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And here are the quotations for the coming week (14-20 November)
1. ...My first penitent was all head-bandages, escaped from an Officers’
Hospital, Pentonville way. He asked me in profane Scots how I expected a man
with only six teeth and half a lower lip to speak to any purpose, so we
compromised on the signs. The next - a New Zealander from Taranaki -
reversed the process, for he was one-armed, and that in a sling. I
mistrusted an enormous Sergeant-Major of Heavy Artillery, who struck me as
much too glib, so I sent him on ...
2. ...I helped, and got the father to advise, in decorating the bare walls
...with hangings, after the prescription of Solomon’s Temple. Here I met
Muslims, Hindus, Sikhs, members of the Araya and Brahmo Saaj, and a Jew
tyler, who was priest and butcher to his little community in the city...
3. ...I walked a bit, and there was a hospital train fillin’ up ... I was
past carin’ ... Then a woman with a nose and teeth on ‘er, marched up. "What
’s all this?" she says. "What do you want?" "Nothing," I says, "only make
Miss Bates, there, stop talkin’ or I’ll die. "Miss Bates?" she says. "What
in ‘Eavens name makes you call her that?". "Because she is", I says. "D’you
know what you’re sayin’?" she says, an’ slings her bony arm round me to get
me off the ground..."That’s enough," says she, "You’re comin’ on this train
if I have to kill a Brigadier for you"...
All contributions will be gratefully received.
John R
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