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  1. The radiance of the star that leans on me Was shining years ago. The light that now Glitters up there my eyes may never see, And so the time lag teases me with how Love that loves now may not reach me until Its first desire is spent. The star's impulse Must wait for eyes to claim it beautiful And love arrived may find us somewhere else. Delay - Elizabeth Jennings
  2. Amazon.co.uk (link at the top of the page) has the dvd of A Month In The Country available, at the moment, for £8.40
  3. No Another Country is about the Cambridge spy Guy Burgess. There was a film made of A Month in The Country, but it is no surprise that it was news to Hux, as according to Wikipedia There is a half hour video called Colin Firth's Disappeared Film, A Work Of Art, Saved And Restored After 30 Years, available on YouTube, of Colin Firth talking about the restoration.
  4. Much as Hitchcock did for Rebecca. Now, having both read the book and seen the film several times, I can never remember which ending belongs to the book and which to the film.
  5. 2002 English Passengers - Matthew Knowle Girl at The Lion D’Or (Re-read) - Sebastian Faulks Miss Garnett’s Angel - Sally Vickers The Lost Heart of Asia (Trav) - Colin Thubron Bound Feet & Western Dress (Bio) - Pang -Mei Natasha Chang God Knows - Joseph Heller Aunt Margaret’s Lover (Re-read) - Mavis Cheek The Heart-Shaped Bullet (Bio) - Kathryn Flett Prime Suspect - Lynda La plante Eddie’s Bastard - William Kowalski Clear Light of Day - Anita Desai These is My Words (Bio) - Nancy Turner Atonement - Ian McEwan Changes of Address - Lee Langley Anil’s Ghost - Michael Ondaatje Reading Groups (NF)- Jenny Hartley Dear Friend and Gardener (E) - Beth Chatto & Christopher Lloyd Song of Solomon - Toni Morrison Bad Blood (B) - Lorna Sage ’Tis - Frank McCourt Rebecca’s Tale - Sally Beaumont The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie - Muriel Spark Girl With A Pearl Earring - Tracy Chevalier Interpreter of Maladies (SS) - Jhumpa Lahiri Death In Summer - William Trevor Friend if My Youth(SS) - Alice Munro The Blackwater lightship - Colm Toibin
  6. “To make this condiment, your poet begs The pounded yellow of two hard-boiled eggs; Two boiled potatoes, passed through kitchen sieve, Smoothness and softness to the salad give. Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl, And, half-suspected, animate the whole. Of mordant mustard add a single spoon, Distrust the condiment that bites so soon; But deem it not, thou man of herbs, a fault, To add a double quantity of salt. Four times the spoon with oil from Lucca brown, And twice with vineger procured from town; And, lastly, o’er the flavored compound toss A magic soupçon of anchovy sauce. Oh, green and glorious! Oh, herbaceous treat! ‘Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat: Back to the world he’d turn his fleeting soul, And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl! Serenely full, the epicure would say, “Fate cannot harm me, I have dined to-day.” Salad Recipe -Sydney Smith
  7. Even now I wish that you had been there Sitting beside me on the riverbank: The cob and his pen sailing in rhythm Until their small heads met and the final Heraldic moment dissolved in ripples. This was a marriage and a baptism, A holding of breath, nearly a drowning, Wings spread wide for balance where he trod, Her feathers full of water and her neck Under the water like a bar of light. Swans Mating - Michael Longley.
  8. 2001 Life Isn’t All Ha Ha Hee Hee - Meera Syall Spanish Lessons (Bio) - Derek Lambert Borderland (Hist) - Anna Reid A Positively Final Appearance (Bio) - Alec Guinness Bing Dead - Jim Crace As It Is In Heaven - Niall Williams White Teeth - Zadie Smith Bodily Harm - Margaret Atwood Haroun and The Sea of Stories (Ch) - Salman Rushdie The Women’s Room (Re-read) - Marilyn French The Conversations at Curlow Creek - David Malouf The Orchard on Fire - Shena Macka Blackberry Wine - Joanne Harris The Last Resort - Alison Lurie Once in a House on Fire (Bio)- Andrea Ashwell In The Heart of The Garden - Helene Wiggin The Master and Margarita - Mikhail Bulgakov Wide Sargasso Sea - Jean Rhys Gift From The Sea (Essays) - Anne Morrow Lindbergh Brideshead Revisited (Re-read) - Evelyn Waugh To The Lighthouse - Virginia Woolf Honeymoon in Purdah (Trav) - Alison Wearing The Pilot’s Wife - Anita Shreve
  9. Some men never think of it. You did. You'd come along And say you'd nearly bought me flowers But something had gone wrong. The shop was closed. Or you had doubts - The sort that minds like ours Dream up incessantly. You thought I might not want your flowers. It made me smile and hug you then. Now I can only smile. But, look, the flowers you nearly brought Have lasted all this while. Flowers - Wendy Cope
  10. Possibly not one for "Frances" fans then?
  11. Birth and death, twin-sister and twin-brother, Night and day, on all things that draw breath, Reign, while time keeps friends with one another Birth and death. Each brow-bound with flowers diverse of wreath, Heaven they hail as father, earth as mother, Faithful found above them and beneath. Smiles may lighten tears, and tears may smother Smiles, for all that joy or sorrow saith: Joy nor sorrow knows not from each other Birth and death. Birth and Death - a roundel by Algernon Charles Swinburne
  12. All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you — I never had a selfless thought since I was born. I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through; I want God, you, all friends merely to serve my turn. Peace, re-assurance, pleasure are the goals I seek; I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin; I talk of love — a scholar's parrot may talk Greek, But self-imprisoned, always end where I begin. Only that you now have taught me (but how late!) my lack, I see the chasm; and everything you are was making My heart into a bridge by which I might get back From exile and grow man. And now the bridge is breaking. For this I bless you as the ruin falls. The pains You give me are more precious than all other gains. As the Ruin Falls -C. S. Lewis
  13. The Elm Tree; A Dream in the Woods. by Thomas Hood ’Twas in a shady Avenue, Where lofty Elms abound — And from a Tree There came to me A sad and solemn sound, That sometimes murmur’d overhead, And sometimes underground. Amongst the leaves it seem’d to sigh, Amid the boughs to moan; It mutter’d in the stem, and then The roots took up the tone; As if beneath the dewy grass The dead began to groan. No breeze there was to stir the leaves; No bolts that tempests launch, To rend the trunk or rugged bark; No gale to bend the branch; No quake of earth to heave roots, That stood so stiff and staunch. No bird was preening up aloft, To rustle with its wing; No squirrel, in its sport or fear. From bough to bough to spring. The solid bole Had ne’er a hole To hide a living thing! No scooping hollow cell to lodge A furtive beast or fowl, The martin, bat, Or forest cat That nightly loves to prowl, Nor ivy nooks so apt to shroud The moping, snoring owl. But still the sound was in my ear, A sad and solemn sound, That sometimes murmur’d overhead, And sometimes underground — ’Twas in a shady Avenue Where lofty Elms abound. The first six stanzas of the 79 stanza poem The Elm Tree; A Dream in the Woods by Thomas Hood The complete poem can be found here, and on other sites online
  14. Of all the trees in England, Her sweet three corners in, Only the Ash, the bonnie Ash Burns fierce while it is green. Of all the trees in England, From sea to sea again, The Willow loveliest stoops her boughs Beneath the driving rain. Of all the trees in England, Past frankincense and myrrh, There's none for smell, of bloom and smoke, Like Lime and Juniper. Of all the trees in England, Oak, Elder, Elm and Thorn, The Yew alone burns lamps of peace For them that lie forlorn. Trees - Walter de la Mare
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