02-04-2017, 06:39 AM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by Robert Junior
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I have been reading some old paperback penguin classics.Without googling , can you identify the novel from the last line.
"He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother."
02-04-2017, 11:37 AM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by gumbud
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I'll go for George Orwell 1984 - I win!!
“No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligence greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.”
02-04-2017, 11:44 AM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by spitfire
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Is it George Orwell's 1984, or Craig Phillips biography?
I love this passage concerning toast..
Dirtiness is inherent in hotels and restaurants, because sound food is
sacrificed to punctuality and smartness. The hotel employee is too busy
getting food ready to remember that it is meant to be eaten. A meal is
simply 'UNE COMMANDE' to him, just as a man dying of cancer is simply 'a
case' to the doctor. A customer orders, for example, a piece of toast.
Somebody, pressed with work in a cellar deep underground, has to prepare
it. How can he stop and say to himself, 'This toast is to be eaten--I
must make it eatable'? All he knows is that it must look right and must be
ready in three minutes. Some large drops of sweat fall from his forehead on
to the toast. Why should he worry? Presently the toast falls among the
filthy sawdust on the floor. Why trouble to make a new piece? It is much
quicker to wipe the sawdust off. On the way upstairs the toast falls again,
butter side down. Another wipe is all it needs. And so with everything. The
only food at the Hotel X which was ever prepared cleanly was the staff's,
and the PATRON'S. The maxim, repeated by everyone, was: 'Look out for the
PATRON, and as for the clients, S'EN F--PAS MAL!' Everywhere in the
service quarters dirt festered--a secret vein of dirt, running through
the great garish hotel like the intestines through a man's body.
02-04-2017, 12:15 PM
2047
Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by Robert Junior
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Can you identify this“No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligence greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.”
you go first spittie !
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