Showing posts with label Nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nostalgia. Show all posts

Tuesday, 8 May 2018

Some see it as a place for people who are still coming to terms with the death of Edward VII

Canterbury divides opinion. Some see it as a place for people who are still coming to terms with the death of Edward VII:  a theme park for vaguely distracted gentlefolk, who find the sport engaging but would really rather be pacifying the North West frontier or civilising the dusty outback

P. Collins, 'Canterbury week: Fascinating! It's Ladies' Day', S. Berry (ed.), Wisden Cricketers' Almanack (2011), 70

I really, really, want to go to watch Kent play.

Monday, 30 October 2017

She has a fatal weakness for the past

Party it is plain old-fashionedness that makes Spain feel so special. She has a fatal weakness for the past. When the French were building in the Gothic style, she was still building Romanesque. When they moved to the Renaissance, she was still building Gothic. She retained her medieval values when they had long been abandoned elsewhere in Europe, so at the Spanish universities in the eighteenth century they were still wondering whether Copernicus was right,  and anxiously debating whether sky was made of metal or fluid.

J. Morris, Spain (1964. revised 1979), 26

Sunday, 26 January 2014

I can hardly tell him this is the age of the bronze caster

I don’t know,’ said Srikanda, shrugging his shoulders. ‘It’s all part of the world opening up. After all, as my son says, this is the age of computers. And as much as I might want otherwise, I can hardly tell him this is the age of the bronze caster.'

W. Dalrymple, Nine Lives (2009), Kindle edition, location 3776