Other than the fact that there had been a pretty recent movie with the same title, I knew very little of Brideshead Revisited. It came highly recommended by my boss who even let me borrow her copy of the novel by Evelyn Waugh. 708 more words
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Something quite remote from anything the builders intended has come out of their work, and out of the fierce little human tragedy in which I played; something none of us thought about at the time: a small red flame – a beaten-copper lamp of deplorable design, relit before the beaten-copper doors of a tabernacle; the flame which the old knights saw from their tombs, which they saw put out; that flame burns again for other soldiers, far from home, farther, in heart, than Acre or Jerusalem.
This is an actual photograph of my mother – taken by me about two weeks ago when I last visited home – as she sat before the fire, knitting a rather hideous cardigan for herself, trying to remember where she’d left her glasses and twisting her tail around the… Hang on a minute. 1,043 more words
Again, I am faced with the happy and unhappy task of attempting to write about one of the greatest books I’ve ever read. In days long past I had a rather peevish attitude about identifying too closely with characters of fiction as it gives one an illusory excuse to fancy one’s self heroic. 1,174 more words