Showing posts with label Athill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Athill. Show all posts

Monday, 10 October 2022

The Cedar Walk has been planned and planted by someone was never going to see it

The Cedar Walk has been planned and planted by someone was never going to see it - not him, nor his children, not even his children's children, though they would have had a clearer view of what it was going to be. What amazingly generous confidence in the future those eighteenth-century landscape designers had!

D. Athill, Alive, alive oh! (2015), 23-4

Saturday, 8 October 2022

The words 'folk museum' bode ill, suggesting rough brown pottery, more worthy than seductive

 Other beautiful things? Oh yes, the Folk Museum at Santa Fe. The words 'folk museum' bode ill, suggesting rough brown pottery, more worthy than seductive. But folk produce much that is not brown (the Rio carnival for example), and the stuff in this museum was collected from all over by man of the theatre, a master of the art of Display, which makes it a splendiferous palace of colour and fantasy in which you are soon running mad in your attempt to see everything, and there is so much that it's impossible do do that but you end up feeling dizzy with joy. To go to Santa Fe without visiting that museum would be a grave mistake.

D. Athill, Alive, alive oh! (2015), 5


Monday, 11 February 2013

If you leave something on the floor when you go out, you know that it will still be there when you get back

As my mother said soon afterwards, ‘the really bloody thing about being poor is that if you leave something on the floor when you go out, you know that it will still be there when you get back’

D. Athill, Instead of a letter (1963), Kindle ed. loc. 450