Monday, December 27, 2010
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Saturday, December 18, 2010
"Cross-examining," I explained to Edmund, "is not the art of examining crossly. I was polite to Mr X. I treated him like a friend. I led him gently by the hand up the garden path and dropped him in the compost heap. I'm sorry you missed it."-Mortimer, John. "Rumpole and the Boy" in A Rumpole Christmas (New York: Viking, 2009), 63
Sunday, December 12, 2010
I have my enthusiasms. Right now it's Orwell. Here's the essay Bookshop Memories at the blog George Orwell Novels. Orwell writes,
In a town like London there are always plenty of not quite certifiable lunatics walking the streets, and they tend to gravitate towards bookshops, because a bookshop is one of the few places where you can hang about for a long time without spending any money.