onsdag 30. april 2008
Feil karrierevalg
I kantina i dag så jeg et underlig opptog. En dame som leide på en blind dame som slepte på en golden retriever som bokstavelig talt hadde satt seg på bakbeina. Og ja, hunden var i full blindehundmundur. Det så ut som en veldig praktisk ordning. Bikkja bør nok ha seg en alvorsprat med karriererådgiveren sin.
fredag 25. april 2008
Gaudy Night-sitatmaraton V
«If I want tactful dependents, I can hire them. And fire them if they get too tactful. I don’t mean Bunter. He braces me by a continual cold shower of silent criticism.» (308)
«‘I’m quite capable to be killed for the fun of it. Who isn’t?’
‘I know,’ said the Dean. ‘It’s funny that we get so solemn about murders and executions and mind so little about taking risks in motoring and swimming and climbing mountains and so on. I suppose we do prefer to die for the fun of the thing’» (322)
«But if it ever occurs to people to value the honour of the mind equally with the honour of the body, we shall get a social revolution of a quite unparallelled sort” (330).
«It was not one of the world’s great sestets, but it was considerably better than her own octave, which was monstrous of it.» (346)
Og til slutt, verdens beste frieri:
«‘Placetne, magistra?’
‘Placet.’»
Snufs. Hvem sier at det ikke er romantisk med spørrepartikler? For denne forventer snarere ja enn nei.
«‘I’m quite capable to be killed for the fun of it. Who isn’t?’
‘I know,’ said the Dean. ‘It’s funny that we get so solemn about murders and executions and mind so little about taking risks in motoring and swimming and climbing mountains and so on. I suppose we do prefer to die for the fun of the thing’» (322)
«But if it ever occurs to people to value the honour of the mind equally with the honour of the body, we shall get a social revolution of a quite unparallelled sort” (330).
«It was not one of the world’s great sestets, but it was considerably better than her own octave, which was monstrous of it.» (346)
Og til slutt, verdens beste frieri:
«‘Placetne, magistra?’
‘Placet.’»
Snufs. Hvem sier at det ikke er romantisk med spørrepartikler? For denne forventer snarere ja enn nei.
torsdag 24. april 2008
Gaudy Night-sitatmaraton IV
«The incident had that rich savour of the ludicrous which neither pity nor charity can destroy.» (236)
«Come and be bothered with me for a change. It’ll be a relief for you, like a nice go of rheumatism in exchange for toothache. Equally damnable, but different.» (272)
«One never failed to find Wimsey of Balliol planted in the centre of the quad and laying down the law with exquisite insolence to somebody.» (275)
«The protective male? He was being about as protective as a can-opener.» (291)
«Come and be bothered with me for a change. It’ll be a relief for you, like a nice go of rheumatism in exchange for toothache. Equally damnable, but different.» (272)
«One never failed to find Wimsey of Balliol planted in the centre of the quad and laying down the law with exquisite insolence to somebody.» (275)
«The protective male? He was being about as protective as a can-opener.» (291)
God tid
Når man har alenekveld med ungene, og når det er april og strålende sol og alle har vært på do, da kan man bruke god tid på hjemveien. Man kan spise kroneis på varme Blindern-benker og plukke hvitveis i hopetall.
Bildene er forresten tatt med den splitternye iPhonen min. Foreløpig har jeg kun to innvendinger:
Bildene er forresten tatt med den splitternye iPhonen min. Foreløpig har jeg kun to innvendinger:
- Man blir helt forhekset av den lille greia, og får følgelig ikke gjort noe som helst annet.
- Ungene syntes berøringsskjermen og bildeflippingsfunksjonen var så morsom at jeg straks fikk is på den lekre, blanke skjermen.
fredag 18. april 2008
Mysesesong
Slottsparken i går. Full mysesesong, tid for is på parkbenk, og små grønne blader som holdt på å banke seg gjennom de aller siste tynne knopphinnene. Deilig.
torsdag 17. april 2008
Gaudy Night-sitatmaraton III
«Calling people names poor Miss Lydgate didn’t know existed – the worst she knows being Restoration Drama» (75).
«Harriet amused herself with wondering whether the Prince of Ruritania had been shot, or the Master-Crook of the Continent had brought off a fresh coup, or whether this was the International Conspiracy to Wreck Civilisation with a Death-Ray – all those situations being frequent in her kind of fiction.» (77)
«It’s disquieting to reflect that one’s dreams never symbolise one’s real wishes, but always something Much Worse. […] I wonder what are the unthinkable depths of awfulness that can only be expressed by the polite symbol of Peter’s embraces.» (103)
«Harriet amused herself with wondering whether the Prince of Ruritania had been shot, or the Master-Crook of the Continent had brought off a fresh coup, or whether this was the International Conspiracy to Wreck Civilisation with a Death-Ray – all those situations being frequent in her kind of fiction.» (77)
«It’s disquieting to reflect that one’s dreams never symbolise one’s real wishes, but always something Much Worse. […] I wonder what are the unthinkable depths of awfulness that can only be expressed by the polite symbol of Peter’s embraces.» (103)
tirsdag 15. april 2008
Et blikk utenfra
Når man har små barn, får man stadig se og høre interessante framstillinger av seg selv. Denne gangen er det snart-treåringen som har vært ute. (Det verste er at jeg jo ser at det er meg.)
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