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Post by šrincess šµuvstarr on Oct 26, 2021 13:48:47 GMT
In as much as you're a princess. Wow! You're the first Eskimo I've ever spoken too!
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Post by Swampirella on Oct 26, 2021 13:52:09 GMT
In as much as you're a princess. Wow! You're the first Eskimo I've ever spoken too! And you're the first Princess! By the way, we prefer to be called Inuit.
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Post by samdawson on Oct 26, 2021 13:54:23 GMT
Do you wear four or five pairs of tights under your trousers when foraging in the wild, for warmth purposes? A sensible suggestion; I've worn leggings under jeans or other pants when out and about in our freezing Januarys when it's often -25C. Yep. Moving forward from the 70s, by the mid-80s a regular tabloid winter story was supposed girlfriends of highly masculine builders (reportedly) telling reporters how their boyfriends wore tights under work trousers in cold weather, and how they instructed their girlfriends to rush to the hospital to explain should they suffer an accident. My mother was highly impressed by these and used to try and persuade me to do the same. On one occasion when painting the exterior dormer windows on top of a 30s block of flats in Bethnal Green in a freezing January with the wind right off the Thames, and having travelled at dawn by motorbike from West London to start the job, I took the advice. It proved very sensible.
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Post by šrincess šµuvstarr on Oct 26, 2021 13:57:55 GMT
Wow! You're the first Eskimo I've ever spoken too! And you're the first Princess! By the way, we prefer to be called Inuit. It's ok, I can use whatever I want, because I'm a princess.
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Post by šrincess šµuvstarr on Oct 26, 2021 14:35:28 GMT
In as much as you're a princess. Sam Dawson liked this outrageous post, therefore suggesting he doesn't believe I am a princess. As my brother calls me princess (sometimes) I must be one. He also plays rugger. Which in the words of the mod band The Jam "puts hairs on your chest." Sam Dawson you have been warned!
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Post by šrincess šµuvstarr on Oct 26, 2021 15:24:04 GMT
I've overdid it again, I never learn. I'll take a break. See you at Halloween.
I am sorry for wrecking your thread Richard Lamb.
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Post by Swampirella on Oct 26, 2021 15:42:57 GMT
I've overdid it again, I never learn. I'll take a break. See you at Halloween. I am sorry for wrecking your thread Richard Lamb. Donāt worry about it; you always liven up the Vault!
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Post by inspiredlamb on Oct 26, 2021 18:16:20 GMT
Not at all. Anyone with a search engine, etc. It's the pre-internet guys and girls did all the spadework. Totally agree. Putting this together, and republishing the previous two anthologies gave me such a overwhelming respect for the work that went into these books pre-internet. No Project Gutenberg, no online archives of Strand Magazine, no Adobe Acrobat. No wonder I used my hear my dad swearing from the office as a kid.
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Post by inspiredlamb on Oct 26, 2021 18:19:51 GMT
Anyway, sadly, we're now nearing the end of And Midnight Never Come. I quite forgot what this thread was about. Poor Mr Lamb. I feel a bit guilty. A swoon of shame seems rather fitting.
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Post by inspiredlamb on Oct 26, 2021 18:23:52 GMT
I've overdid it again, I never learn. I'll take a break. See you at Halloween. I am sorry for wrecking your thread Richard Lamb. This isn't my thread, this is OUR thread. Yours, mine, everybody's! I can't abide absinthe, though. Anise in any form is an abomination and should be outlawed immediately.
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Post by dem bones on Oct 27, 2021 9:05:13 GMT
Alice Perrin - The Bead Necklace: ( Red Records, 1906: Richard Dalby [ed], Mammoth Book of Victorian & Edwardian Ghost Stories, 1995). Adela Roscoe is promised to debauched lecher, Sir Bennet Falcon, by her grasping father. Cheer up, daughter mine. The pig will have drunk himself into the grave within a year, then you can marry your penniless fool cabin boy! Think of that lovely inheritance! Administering to his carnal needs every night is a small price to pay. Lucky for Adela - if not the reader - Sir Falcon's shameful South Sea exploits are soon to catch up with him. And finally. Violet Jacob - Behind the Wall: ( The Green Book, July 1918; The Fortune Hunters & Other Stories, 1910). Whickham's regular golfing weekend at Shorne on the Kentish coast is considerably enlivened when he chances upon a weather beaten door in a garden wall. Peering through the small square panel cut into the wood, he is met by a horrible white face of indeterminable sex, hateful eyes glaring back into his own. Meanwhile, in the churchyard directly opposite the door, a sexton tends a neglected grave. Miss Ellen Swaysland spent her final two decades a miserable prisoner in her own home, conniving brother having had her declared insane for personal financial gain. At last the hour of reckoning has arrived. And to sign off, we go back to the intro. "I can only hope that you, the reader, enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it, and that in my selections, I truly captured the spirit of Hugh Lamb." Well, it sure worked for me.
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Post by inspiredlamb on Oct 27, 2021 16:40:33 GMT
Alice Perrin - The Bead Necklace: ( Red Records, 1906: Richard Dalby [ed], Mammoth Book of Victorian & Edwardian Ghost Stories, 1995). Adela Roscoe is promised to debauched lecher, Sir Bennet Falcon, by her grasping father. Cheer up, daughter mine. The pig will have drunk himself into the grave within a year, then you can marry your penniless fool cabin boy! Think of that lovely inheritance! Administering to his carnal needs every night is a small price to pay. Lucky for Adela - if not the reader - Sir Falcon's shameful South Sea exploits are soon to catch up with him. And finally. Violet Jacob - Behind the Wall: ( The Green Book, July 1918; The Fortune Hunters & Other Stories, 1910). Whickham's regular golfing weekend at Shorne on the Kentish coast is considerably enlivened when he chances upon a weather beaten door in a garden wall. Peering through the small square panel cut into the wood, he is met by a horrible white face of indeterminable sex, hateful eyes glaring back into his own. Meanwhile, in the churchyard directly opposite the door, a sexton tends a neglected grave. Miss Ellen Swaysland spent her final two decades a miserable prisoner in her own home, conniving brother having had her declared insane for personal financial gain. At last the hour of reckoning has arrived. And to sign off, we go back to the intro. "I can only hope that you, the reader, enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it, and that in my selections, I truly captured the spirit of Hugh Lamb." Well, it sure worked for me. Thank you. Really. That was my great hope for this book and it's extremely gratifying to hear it confirmed.
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Post by inspiredlamb on Dec 15, 2021 17:35:30 GMT
So And Midnight Never Come just got a mention in The Washington Post. Michael Dirda's article recommends 9 books for Christmas and I made the list! You can see the article here.
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Post by andydecker on Dec 15, 2021 19:01:26 GMT
So And Midnight Never Come just got a mention in The Washington Post. Michael Dirda's article recommends 9 books for Christmas and I made the list! You can see the article here. Congratulation! You deserve it!
Who would have thought to see names likes Oliver Onions or C. K. Chesteron 2021 in a major paper.
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Post by Jojo Lapin X on Dec 15, 2021 19:21:03 GMT
So And Midnight Never Come just got a mention in The Washington Post. Michael Dirda's article recommends 9 books for Christmas and I made the list!Ā You can see the article here.Ā Congratulation! You deserve it! Who would have thought to see names likes Oliver Onions or C. K. Chesteron 2021 in a major paper.
The part about the 2-volume Onions from Tartarus Press confused me. I thought they already published a single-volume Onions, which I own. A cursory check suggests the contents are the same.
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