reading over my lecture notes on Great Expectations i saw that matthew arnold's 'dover beach' had been cited in reference to the changing nature of a new industrial society in England's 19th century. With Dickens an evolutionist and the threat of Darwinist thinking causing thrusts in the Protestant Church of England I was reminded of Pip and Estella's fated relationship in relation to Arnold's melancholic poem. I will not say romance, because Pip's love was wholly unrequited for the greater part of the novel. Only with a chance reunion in the final and (altered) chapter does the reader ever receive some kind of satisfaction that Estella and Pip were ever truly meant for each other and might enjoy a life together. according to arnold, as long as two lovers have each other they might be safe from the fallacies of the approaching darkness of a mortal world.
i remain unconvinced. for me, ignorant armies still clash by night.
The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand; Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago Heard it on the A gaean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
"We didn’t come in and say O.K., we’re going to put a beret and a baguette on Mickey Mouse. We are who we are." - Euro Disney S.C.A. former chairman Robert Fitzpatrick responded.
disneyland paris was one of our last stops and major visits in france.
somehow discontinued my fear of rollercoasters and convinced myself to go on 'space mountain.' waited in the queue for close to 45 minutes, feeling pretty confident that i would hold tight and face this thing. screamed my head off for three full rotations, planets flying at my face, scary futuristic soundtrack blaring in my ears, a photo and subsequent vertigo after the full 2:18minute duration of the ride. but i did it. and that's what counts.
after the thrill of discoveryland we tried some tamer options. 'it's a small world' was cutesy and happy. mad hatter's teacups, peter pan's flight (awesome!) and phantom manor, equally so.
main street USA was having a parade. i got to meet pluto, that yellow dog.
looney tunes opening title, late 1950s to early 1960s
a Warner Bros. animated cartoon series which ran in many movie theaters from 1930 to 1969. It preceded the Merrie Melodies series and is Warner Bros.'s first animated theatrical series. - wiki
looney tunes faced controversy on American air and some shorts were subsequently removed from television screens because of racial stereotypes of black people, Jews (despite the fact that the Warner brothers themselves were Jewish), Native Americans, Asians, Hispanics and Germans.
Mr. Bennet: You really do love him, don’t you? Elizabeth: Very much. Mr. Bennet: I cannot believe that anyone can deserve you. But it seems I am overruled. So I heartily give my consent. I could not have parted with you, my Lizzie, to anyone less worthy. Elizabeth: Thank you.
okay, well, i didn't meet her Royal Highness herself. i met a queen though, and was pretty chuffed with myself. he told me how some drunk girl had been throwing herself on him on the dancefloor, and how he had thrown up his dear little hands in terror, and had tried his best to let her down nicely. bless him, he danced with me though and we had a great ol' time.
he fancies himself very great. he is most disagreeable and not at all worth pleasing, so high and conceited that there was no enduring him.
yet our heroine grew to love the man, no matter how detestable. the woos and downplays of love and all its subtleties make excellent novels. fitzwilliam darcy makes a perfectly dastardly and timeless lover.
I often think about my Exchange to France and feel like I haven't written enough about it.
I miss the snow. I miss the way it crunched beneath my boots. I miss the pebbly beachfront at Le Havre, desolate in the middle of a dark winter. I miss the skyscraping Eglise St. Joseph, the tallest building in the city. I miss our kitchen-counter gatherings while the daylight slips away outside and you can see the construction crane alit with festive lights in the dusk. We would all stand about smoking in the kitchen, and drinking wine.
Forgive me, I am in a European state of mind. Perhaps I am beginning to feel a little yearning for the other side. The unfamiliar. Because right now, home seems a little strange to me. Home is nothing more than four walls and a roof over my head.
The winter menu is available at Mariner's again this year. With a dull pang I remembered the time Max and I went there one cold winter's night for a three-courser and a glass of wine. Just the two of us. And he kept me pretty darn warm.
Hewlett's daughter, Loved her father, And I think she loved me too, For a little while. Hewlett's daughter, I forgot her, Now I'm treating water And waste at night. High above the wrecks On ice shelves and glaciers. I spy below the mess And measure the pressure Where sofas float on roads And somebody stole your guns, Well sir I'm the only one To get back your stolen guns I should have been your son. High above the wrecks On ice shelves and dressers. With crash united sewn On all of my dress shirts They firefell the roads, And somebody stole your guns, Well sir I'm the only one To get back your stolen guns I should have been your son
is it their commercial value, their dazzling inclination in the stock markets, their Vanderbilt affluence, their exchange value, their romantic connotations.
is it the timelessness of a diamond? perhaps, the fashioning of such a raw miracle over millenia, its rarity and beauty that so enchants us. a diamond is beautiful to a businessman as it is to a charmed girl, as it is to a chivalrous suitor, as it is a token to a nervous proposal.
the tiffany yellow was discovered in south africa in 1877 and purchased by New York jeweler Charles Tiffany. Weighing in at a raw 287.42 carats it is one of the largest yellow diamonds ever discovered.
The diamond is known to have been worn by only two women during its lifetime. It was worn by Mrs. Sheldon Whitehouse at the 1957 Tiffany Ball held in Newport, Rhode Island, mounted for the occasion in a necklace of white diamonds.It was subsequently worn by Audrey Hepburn in 1961 publicity photographs for Breakfast at Tiffany's. - wiki