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Записи с темой: evelyn waugh (список заголовков)
01:17 

abbiinsocks: Yasmin recorded herself speaking… and I’m being...

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abbiinsocks:



Yasmin recorded herself speaking… and I’m being utterly original and doing it. Here I am, reading a section from a book .. so… yeah English accent for ya’ll… I sound so much more elequant reading than I ever do when I just spew out mind dribble…





@темы: frankenbolt, evelyn waugh, audiobooks

02:43 

dear-sebastian: In the event that Charles needs some musical...

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dear-sebastian:



In the event that Charles needs some musical accompaniment for sobbing into his moustache… here is a Brideshead Revisited mixtape.



1. You Made Me Love You- Harry James (C Company Lament)


2. The Lark Ascending- Vaughan Williams (The Peculiar Splendor of Meadowsweet)


3. Un H


@темы: unhealthy pictures, evelyn waugh, Soapsud, Sebastian Flyte, Charles Ryder, Brideshead Revisited

10:37 

"I went & ordered the plainest little wool dress you ever saw from Dior - 168 pounds. It’s the..."

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“I went & ordered the plainest little wool dress you ever saw from Dior - 168 pounds. It’s the last time. I humbly asked if they wouldn’t take off the 8 but no they cried you are very lucky. All the prices are going up next week. They made me feel I’d been too clever for words. But after I felt guilty - all the poor people in the world & so on. It’s terrible to love clothes as much as I do.”

- 1951, Nancy Mitford to Evelyn Waugh (via iloveworkdrugs)


@темы: quote, nancy mitford, evelyn waugh

11:25 

"My name is Evelyn Waugh I go to Heath Mount school I am in the Vth form, Our Form Master is Mr..."

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“My name is Evelyn Waugh I go to Heath Mount school I am in the Vth form, Our Form Master is Mr Stebbing. We all hate Mr Cooper, our arith master. It is the 7th day of the Winter Term which is my 4th. Today is Sunday so I am not at school. We allways have sausages for breakfast on Sundays I have been watching Lucy fry them they do look funny before their kooked. Daddy is a Publisher he goes to Chapman and Hall office it looks an offely dull plase. I am just going to Church. Alec, my big brother has just gorn to Sherborne. The wind is blowing dreadfuly I am afraid that when I go up to Church I shall be blown away. I was not blown away after all.”

- ‘My History,’ by Evelyn Waugh (aged 7.)


@темы: evelyn waugh

23:26 

dear-sebastian: I can’t afford a silk shirt; the only liquors...

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dear-sebastian:



I can’t afford a silk shirt; the only liquors at my disposal have ‘Smirnoff’ on the label; and the last time someone vomited on me, the gravest sin I ever imagined doing to them was ‘first-degree murder.’ But it’s the thought that counts. Considering how deeply unglamorous Waugh’s own Oxford career was, I would like to propose a little celebration of our own earnest, varyingly successful attempts to live as members of the Flyte-Ryder brigade.


What: Do you have a bear-shaped eraser named Aloysius? Do you lie in quiet contemplation of your Forever 21 blazer collection? Have you ever swirled cheap rum thoughtfully around a secondhand wine glass? Have you become an old hand at the question, “Evelyn Waugh…. remind me what she wrote?”? If you’re not enough of an aristocrat to beat ‘em, you might as well… post about it in the “You Triedshead Revisited” tag! That means pictures, anecdotes, and whatever else you have to document your quasi-Waugh efforts.


Who: Anyone who would like to be a Harold Acton, but ends up most often an undergraduate Waugh. (i.-likely-e., only me.)


When: Now- infinity. There’s no party like an “I had a best friend once until I let him descend into tortured alcoholism and leave me all alone with with my Catholic guilt” party.


That tag’s looking pretty desolate: As the rooms at Merton Street. That’s why you should post in it.


Questions and nastily disbelieving anons might be addressed to me.


Love or what you will.





@темы: evelyn waugh, You Triedshead Revisited, Brideshead Revisited

11:11 

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23:26 

Brideshead Revisited

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‘I remember the dinner well - soup of oseille, a sole quite simply cooked in a white wine sauce, a caneton a la presse, a lemon souffle. At the last minute, fearing that the whole thing was too simple for Rex, I added caviar aux blinis. And for the wine I let him give me a bottle of 1906 Montrachet, then at its prime, and with the duck, a clos de beze of 1904…


The cream and hot butter mingled and overflowed, separating each glaucous bead of caviar from its fellows, capping it in white and gold… The soup was delicious after the rich blinis, hot, thin, bitter, frothy.





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We ate to the music of the press - the crunch of the bones, the drip of the blood and marrow, the tap of the spoon basting the thin slices of breast.


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‘I rejoiced in the Burgundy. It seemed a reminder that the world was an older and better place than Rex knew, that mankind in its long passion had learned another wisdom than his. By chance I met this same wine again, lunching with my wine merchant in St James’s Street in the first Autumn of the war; it had softened and faded in the intervening years, but it still spoke in the pure, authentic accent of its prime, the same words of hope.’



From Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh. The book was written during the Second World War, at a time of rationing and great shortage, and Waugh later observed, with a little distaste, that as a consequence that it is laced with a ‘kind of gluttony’


Personally I wouldn’t have it any other way! The book’s excesses are a big part of its charm and this section has always stuck in my mind. Along with the book, the film and TV adaptations, I also have the unabridged audiobook read by Jeremy Irons and often listen to it falling asleep. No matter if I go to bed full, hearing this passage while half asleep is guaranteed to make me hungry again!


George Orwell said that Evelyn Waugh was about as good a novelist as one could be while holding untenable opinions and that last paragraph about the wine pretty much epitomises this for me; it’s a perfect example of the sort of romanticised conservatism that pervades the book, the contempt for the ‘modern world’ that all too often translates into hideous snobbery, but it’s just so perfectly written, every time I find myself drinking in every word, a literary glutton in every sense of the term…


(The image of the duck dish is ‘borrowed’ from a blog called Jet City Gastrophysics, in an excellent post about recreating the recipe.)





@темы: brideshead revisited, brideshead, Evelyn Waugh

13:49 

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17:31 

twitchuponathread: It is truly difficult to convey the...

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twitchuponathread:



It is truly difficult to convey the admiration I have for this man.


And he would have hated me for it.


Requi


@темы: Waugh, Evelyn Waugh

11:45 

"There was a time in the early twenties when the word ‘Bolshie’ was current. It was used..."

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“There was a time in the early twenties when the word ‘Bolshie’ was current. It was used indiscriminately of refractory school children, employees who asked for a rise in wages, impertinent domestic servants, those who advocated an extension of the rights of property to the poor, and anything or anyone of whom the speaker disapproved. The only result was to impede reasonable discussion and clear thought.

I believe we are in danger of a similar, stultifying use of the word ‘Facist’. There was recently a petition sent to English writers… asking them to subscribe themselves categorically, as supporters of the republican party in Spain, or as ‘Fascists’. When rioters are imprisoned it is described as a ‘Fascist sentence’; the means test is Fascist; colonization is Fascist; military discipline is Fascist; patriotism is Fascist; Catholicism is Fascist; Buchmanism is Fascist; the ancient Japanese cult of their emperor is Fascist; the Galla tribes’ ancient dearest ion of theirs is Fascist; fox-hunting is Fascist … Is it too late for a call for order?”

- Evelyn Waugh, writing to the New Statesman on 5 March 1938. (via jshleelee)


@темы: evelyn waugh

14:37 

buttsketch: Brideshead Revisited it’s the hour where all i can...

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18:22 

cinemaocd: Evelyn Waugh and C. Aubrey Smith playing...

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cinemaocd:



Evelyn Waugh and C. Aubrey Smith playing cricket.



Never saw this one before.




@темы: C. Aubrey Smith, cricket, evelyn waugh

23:26 

buttsketch: “…his days in Arcadia were numbered.” 

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12:27 

"I lately took up and re-read after many years H.G. Wells’ The Time Machine…. At the end of the..."

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“I lately took up and re-read after many years H.G. Wells’ The Time Machine…. At the end of the volume, the first edition, were sixteen pages of advertisement of the popular novelists of 1895, all eulogized by reputable papers with an extravagance seldom accorded to me in my professional life; all, today, quite forgotten. It seemed I had taken a little hop in the Time Machine and had seen displayed before me the futility of contemporary esteem.”

- Evelyn Waugh in his unfinished autobiography, A Little Learning (via kpstarbuck)


@темы: evelyn waugh, quotes

23:26 

How I feel about my dissertation

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Brideashead revisited

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