Aussie-Chookmum
Obeying her avian masters
I'm afraid my first thought when reading this wasMr. Pepper with all his learning had been mistaken for a cormorant...
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"Serves him right. Self important boor"


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I'm afraid my first thought when reading this wasMr. Pepper with all his learning had been mistaken for a cormorant...
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This weekend I'm going to read chapter 8So this week it's Chapter 7?
MJ, if you could post which Chapter we will be reading over the weekend on Friday night/Saturday morning that would be a big help for me.![]()
Yes!! It's such a snobby sort of novel!I'm afraid my first thought when reading this was
"Serves him right. Self important boor"![]()
I think you might be on to something with this analogy - or at least it triggered for me something I have been struggling to articulate to myself. I think it is a like looking at a very big and very busy painting through a magnifying glass one piece at a time. I don't have any sense of the whole picture. There is for sure no sense of 'story' or 'plot' to hold it together. Them all being on a ship held them together (but only for a short while) but even when confined to the ship I feel we go from one vignette to another. We go super deep in those vignettes (hence the magnifying glass analogy) and get impressions (for me largely not very positive) of the individuals and then we move on to some other vignette.
Hi everyoneI'm reading chapter 7 today.
Just wanting to throw a playful thought out. I think VW is writing a painting. What do you think? Different sections of her canvas hold different characters. The frame or border is the Euphrosyne.
I agree. Maybe this is why I have trouble holding on to it. There is no single thread to grasp and follow.I think you might be on to something with this analogy - or at least it triggered for me something I have been struggling to articulate to myself. I think it is a like looking at a very big and very busy painting through a magnifying glass one piece at a time. I don't have any sense of the whole picture. There is for sure no sense of 'story' or 'plot' to hold it together. Them all being on a ship held them together (but only for a short while) but even when confined to the ship I feel we go from one vignette to another. We go super deep in those vignettes (hence the magnifying glass analogy) and get impressions (for me largely not very positive) of the individuals and then we move on to some other vignette.
It is all very puzzling to me!
It's a demanding text. It doesn't help it's reader but then at times it borders on poetic and my mind is cariied by her words.I agree. Maybe this is why I have trouble holding on to it. There is no single thread to grasp and follow.
I agree with that.It's a demanding text. It doesn't help it's reader but then at times it borders on poetic and my mind is cariied by her words.
So, sometimes she carries me through her writing, sometimes I need focus and memory.
Is it possible she didn’t know that?Hmmm it seems the seasons are Northern hemisphere even though they're in South America. It should be summer in December right?
Maybe I've misunderstood her.
I think it’s possible she didn’t. Seems she herself only traveled by sea to Spain and Florence so maybe never had given a second thought to the Southern Hemisphere and how the weather could differ.Is it possible she didn’t know that?