Thread: Sun - June 16th- Sat June 22nd

Such a beautiful brush, that Rooney.

Originally Posted by ratbag

lotse, you use the English language beautifully.

Yeah, he does, doesn't he? I often read Franz Kafka, and at times Hungarian short stories (translated) and Leo Tolstoy and French authors like Gustave Flaubert. Now these are all translated, but Kafka especially, even when translated, makes for remarkable sentence structure.

Sometimes I feel that those who have English as a second language 'make more of it' than us who are lazy with it. I often feel it reads more lyrical; more poetical than if a mere English spoken person threw the words down.

I don't mean that in a condescending way :-)

Wednesday

Razor | Burrell Top Flight | Soap | Mike’s Natural Pine and Cedarwood | After Shave | Lavanda

Very nice shave this morning; but a nicer stropping. It’s interesting, I think, how some razors are just nicer to strop. They just lend themselves to a nice satisfying flip at either end; they lay themselves nice and flat on the strop at each end and say ‘take me away; whisk me to the other end and I’ll flip again just as nice as that last one’ I like razors like that. Some, though, are ornery little bastards, struggling in your hand with the loose scales and the little narrow blades; being all pedantic and finicky about how they like to be laid on the leather 'Oh, just a little more to one side, please, I’m not quite FLAT on the STROP, you know’ they say in a whiny, nasally tone…

Very cold (for me) these days around here. Ice on the car window in the morning and I’m considering wearing a ‘beanie’ to bed at night, or maybe one of those old fashioned white night caps you see in old French movies? And a white cotton night gown? I’ll need a candle, too, I guess, to set the scene... Anyone seen the movie The Mill and the Cross? Excellent movie if you like ‘visual’ movies with little dialogue. I mention this movie as it features a good deal of nightcaps, from memory, or at least night gowns…

The light in the morning at the moment is astonishing; the low, huge, deep yellow sun is casting deep yellow light through the morning fog and entwinkling the frosty grass. Today I passed a flock of sheep that stood in a paddock soaked in golden morning sunshine; and as they stood they steamed; cloaking their whole little sheep community in an ethereal light.

It’s the little things that matter, the little things, because the little things are the big things…

A quote from the movie

"Although he has fallen at the centre of the painting, I must hide him from the eye."
"Why would you want to hide him?"
"Because he's the most important."

The Mill and The Cross (2011) Movie Trailer HD - YouTube