Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Tuesdays Quote

Books are delightful society. If you go into a room and find it full of books - even without taking them from the shelves they seem to speak to you, to bid you welcome. ~William Ewart Gladstone

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Tuesdays Quote

Books support us in our solitude and keep us from being a burden to ourselves. ~Jeremy Collier

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Tuesdays Quote

Many people, other than the authors, contribute to the making of a book, from the first person who had the bright idea of alphabetic writing through the inventor of movable type to the lumberjacks who felled the trees that were pulped for its printing. It is not customary to acknowledge the trees themselves, though their commitment is total.







~Forsyth and Rada, Machine Learning

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Tuesdays Quote

Always read something that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.




~P.J. O'Rourke

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The Bend in the Road (ch 38)

"When I left Queen's my future seemed to stretch out before me like straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does. It has a fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla."


Don't you wish everyone had this kind of outlook on bends in the road?


Lastly, "nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road!"

The Reaper Whose Name Is Death (ch 37)

Matthew is gone.


"Anne looked at the still face and there beheld the seal of the Great Presence."


"She felt something like shame and remorse when she discovered that the sunrises behind the firs and the pale pink buds opening in the garden gave her the old inrush of gladness when she saw them - that Diana's visits were pleasant to her and that Diana's merry words and ways moved her to laughter and love and friendship had lost none of its power to please her fancy and thrill her heart, that life still called her with many insistent voices."


"Today Diana said something funny and I found myself laughing. I thought when it happened I could never laugh again. And it somehow seems as if I oughtn't to."


The Glory and the Dream (ch 36)



Congratulations Anne! You've won the Avery. How wonderful. Now it's back to Avonlea and the apple blossoms.


But apple blossoms don't last forever. "Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it."




The Winter and Queen's (ch 35)


Her thoughts are often turning to Gilbert. HMMM........







I didn't think I was ever going to find a picture of blooming chestnut trees. This is a painting done by Pierre Auguste Renoir’s (1841 – 1919).

Purple violets. I have several of these in my flower bed. I love them too, Anne.


The Hotel Concert (ch 33)

My how Anne has grown up. Her room must seem pulchritudinous to her. I couldn't wait to use that word. Just don't ask me to pronounce it.


I had forgotten that Anne was older than Diana. Will Diana ever make it through school with out Anne?


Does Lucy Maud Montgomery know how to end a chapter or what? "Well, I don't want to be any one but myself, even if I go uncomforted by diamonds all my life," declared Anne. "I'm quite content to be Anne of Green Gables, with my string of pearl beads. I know Matthew gave me as much love with them as ever went with Madam the Pin Lady's jewels."




elocutionist - a person who studies and practices oral delivery, including the control of both voice and gesture (I knew what this word meant, but i wanted to include it anyway)


unpropitious - Unfavorable

The Pass List is Out (ch 32)

Will she pass or fail?



"if you can't be cheerful, be as cheerful as you can."


and


"the sun will go on rising and setting even if I fail geometry"



And pass she did. With flying colors at the top of the list.



fortnight - the space of fourteen nights and days; two weeks