Who knew that was a thing?
Who knew that was a thing?
Look, you getting the horn from reading a Jilly Cooper novel doesn't make it actually good or incline me to suppose that lady scribblers are of any use. Sir, a woman writing is very much like a dog walking on its hind legs. The thing is not done well; but you are surprised to find it done at all*.
*With apologies to Dr Johnson, who in fact said this about women preaching.
Oh, you don't trust my judgement now? I can assure you, old chap, that if I told you that a Jilly Cooper novel would give you the horn, you may rest assured that a mere page would have your wizened prawn standing on end in some sort of twisted evocation of what the rest of the world might call an 'erection'.
It's this one. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Coffin-Path...he+coffin+path It's got ghosties and everything! Woooooooooooo!
Oooh, it's on Audible. I've nabbed it. For lack of choice, I've been reduced to listening to Bernard Cornwell books lately. They're really not terribly good. And very samey. And all the women either get raped or narrowly escape rape. He's deffo got a thing about rape. Dirty man.
Dunno. They did go on, didn't they? That's the trouble with Audible. When you drive a lot, you start to value the books by length more than anything else. I got The Crimson Petal And The White (about Victorian hooers and that) and it was 41 hrs 32 minutes :cloud9: Proper value, that. Wasn't too bad, either. Lots of anal.
If you'll only read a book by a bint if it's got a ghostie in it, then Wuthering Heights would count. It's also absolutely ****ing stunning. We listened to an adaptation on R4 last year and we loved it so much we kept playing the Kate Bush song for weeks.
I got her a Wuthering Heights umbrella for Xmas. It's orange, like the cover of the Penguin book.
Did you know the song was the first no.1 in the UK both written and performed by a bint? As a British feminist, it makes me proud that the spirit of Britannia connects them in this way.
I love C19th lit but while the Frogs and Ruskies have as good male authors as well do, none of them let the totty write. There's no French Brontë or Ruskie Austen.
Exactly. In real life a man who was that much of a cùnt would have struggled to make it past his 20th birthday. He'd have been quietly beaten to death and dumped on t'moor. Nobody at any point explains how he went about making his fortune despite his singular lack of interpersonal skills or discernible talent. He's just a bit of a cypher and is profoundly unconvincing.
I've never actually read a Jilly Cooper book, but I can't help but feel that I would struggle to become turgid if I did so, since the image of Jilly Cooper would keep appearing in my mind. And the thought of Jilly Cooper in the nip would make a steel girder flaccid. :-(
But those are proper subjects. Indeed, Classics (along with theology) was literally all one was allowed to study at universities for hundreds of years.
It's a relatively recent development that universities have seen it as their business to study the rather grubby physical world rather than devote itself to higher matters and the improvement of the individual. As for ghastly things like engineering, this is what polytechnics were designed for.
I know this, actually. I had my confession heard the day before my father's funeral, so that I could take communion at the service. You know, for my mum's sake.
Confession won't help me now though, will it? I'm an adulterer. I've basically shot my bolt when it comes to the Lord's compassion.
Oh, no. He's very forgiving about that sort of thing generally. It's the divorce that's the real problem. But even that's not insurmountable. All you need to do is ensure that you outlive your ex-wife and then divorce your current one and remarry in a Catholic service. Bish-bosh, you can be confessed and take communion. Job's a good'un.