Madeline Sold Into White Slavery
Nov. 4th, 2002 11:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensI love coincidence. While on holiday and staying with Beth, I picked up the first two classic Madeline books for Beth's daughter Iolanthe (currently approx 2 and a half years old, er, ni nibun no ichi?) and only remembered later that the dog in the second book, Madeline's Rescue, was named Genevieve. I'm sure that this will amuse Iolanthe when she connects the facts.
I remember reading those when I was five or six, I think, and getting them out from the library. Or was it four or five? Not sure. "In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines / Lived twelve little girls in two straight lines . . ." Of course, at that point I didn't appreciate that the artist was using genuine Paris settings as recognisable backdrops to the scenes. Neat.
Currently gazing open-mouthed at Two Towers stills, and then closing my mouth to stop the flies getting in. This may be what I want it to be. I so hope that it is.
Just made a booking for Minamicon, which will be in March next year. This is somewhat early, but last time all the places were booked by January (it's a small con) and I only got in by pretty much showing up on the day, lounging by the entrance (with a good book, of course) and taking advantage of the 5-10 places that were left spare. I wouldn't be going to such lengths if it weren't for the fact that it's actually in Southampton where I live, and thus I don't have to bother about travel, or accommodation, or anything like that. (Well, apart from getting back home at 2am when all the buses have stopped running, but that's an entirely different point.)
Oh, looking at the TT stills, I will note that the shape and size of the Rohirrim helmets actually make one plot twist (I'll phrase it that way so as not to alarm anyone who hasn't read the book yet, tch tch) rather more feasible than I would have thought it might be. Good.
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What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; th'unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield:
And what is else not to be overcome?
(_Paradise Lost_, Milton)
I remember reading those when I was five or six, I think, and getting them out from the library. Or was it four or five? Not sure. "In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines / Lived twelve little girls in two straight lines . . ." Of course, at that point I didn't appreciate that the artist was using genuine Paris settings as recognisable backdrops to the scenes. Neat.
Currently gazing open-mouthed at Two Towers stills, and then closing my mouth to stop the flies getting in. This may be what I want it to be. I so hope that it is.
Just made a booking for Minamicon, which will be in March next year. This is somewhat early, but last time all the places were booked by January (it's a small con) and I only got in by pretty much showing up on the day, lounging by the entrance (with a good book, of course) and taking advantage of the 5-10 places that were left spare. I wouldn't be going to such lengths if it weren't for the fact that it's actually in Southampton where I live, and thus I don't have to bother about travel, or accommodation, or anything like that. (Well, apart from getting back home at 2am when all the buses have stopped running, but that's an entirely different point.)
Oh, looking at the TT stills, I will note that the shape and size of the Rohirrim helmets actually make one plot twist (I'll phrase it that way so as not to alarm anyone who hasn't read the book yet, tch tch) rather more feasible than I would have thought it might be. Good.
---
What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; th'unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield:
And what is else not to be overcome?
(_Paradise Lost_, Milton)
Half-lives
Date: 2002-11-04 04:53 pm (UTC)Equally I knew for the longest time what Oscar Wilde's epitaph was, but couldn't think *at all* where I might have seen it. Madeline's Rescue, of course, as they go haring through Pere Lachaise. Silly me.
-mjj