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Friday
Jul192013

Nine 'Pints' of the Law

"Nine 'Pints' of the Law"

Oil on Hardboard - 1970

Norman Fowler

     "The most important cause of this feeling of satisfaction is that you are doing what the human race has done for thousands upon thousands upon thousands of years. This is a matter of such moment that I am astonished people hear of it so little. Whatever is buried right into our blood from immemorial habit that we must be certain to do if we are to be fairly happy (of course no grown man or woman can really be very happy for long--but I mean reasonably happy), and, what is more important, decent and secure of our souls. Thus one should from time to time hunt animals, or at the very least shoot at a mark; one should always drink some kind of fermented liquor with one's food--and especially deeply upon great feast-days; one should go on the water from time to time; and one should dance on occasions; and one should sing in chorus. For all these things man has done since God put him into a garden and his eyes first became troubled with a soul."

 

--Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome

Sunday
Jun302013

Happy on the Thames

 

"Happy on the Thames (How Happy I Could be with Either?"

Oil on Canvas - 1876

James Tissot

"In retrospect it always seems to be summer on the Thames, and a fine day at that. The meteorological records for these parts assure us that July 4, 1862, was ‘cool and rather wet’: but on that day Lewis Carroll first told the tale of Alice in Wonderland to four people in a Thames gig, rowing upstream for a picnic tea, and to the ends of their lives all four remembered the afternoon as a dream of cloudless English sunshine."

--Jan Morris, Oxford
Wednesday
Jun262013

A Conversation Piece

"A Conversation Piece"
Oil on Canvas - 1941
Charles Neil Knight
‘I shall miss you, Jeeves.’
‘Thank you, sir.’
‘Who was the chap who was always beefing about losing gazelles?’
‘The poet Moore, sir. He complained that he had never nursed a dear gazelle, to glad him with its soft black eye, but when it came to know him well and love him, it was sure to die.’
‘It’s the same with me. I am a gazelle short. You don’t mind me alluding to you as a gazelle, Jeeves?’
‘Not at all, sir.’
Thursday
Jun202013

Miss Flyte Introduces the Wards in Jarndyce to Krook, the Lord Chancellor

"Miss Flyte Introduces the Wards in Jarndyce to Krook, the Lord Chancellor"

Watercolor on Canvas - 1860

Sir John Gilbert

"Tom Jarndyce was often in here. He got into a restless habit of strolling about when the cause was on, or expected, talking to the little shopkeepers and telling 'em to keep out of Chancery, whatever they did. 'For,' says he, 'it's being ground to bits in a slow mill; it's being roasted at a slow fire; it's being stung to death by single bees; it's being drowned by drops; it's going mad by grains.'

--from Bleak House, by Charles Dickens

Monday
Jun172013

Sailboat

Oil painting by an unknown Artist 


Peasant Family in a Cottage Interior
Oil 1661
Adriaen van Ostade, 1610-1685

"It was such a strange scene to me, and so confined and dark, that, at first, I could make out hardly anything; but, by degrees, it cleared, as my eyes became more accustomed to the gloom, and I seemed to stand in a picture by Ostade. Among the great beams, bulks, and ringbolts, of the ship, and the emigrant berths, and chests, and bundles, and barrels, and heaps of miscellaneous baggage--lighted up, here and there, by dangling lanterns; and elsewhere by the yellow daylight straying down a wind sail or a hatchway--were crowded groups of people, making new friendships, taking leave of one another, talking, laughing, crying, eating and drinking; some, already settled down into the possession of their few feet of space, with their little households arranged, and tiny children established on stools, or in dwarf elbow chairs; others, despairing of a resting place, and wandering disconsolately. From babies who had but a week or two of life behind them, to crooked old men and women who seemed to have but a week or two of life before them; and from plowmen boduly carrying out soil of England on their boots, to smiths takin gaway samples of its soot and smoke upon their skins; every age and occupation appeared to be crammed into the narrow compass of the tween decks." 

An excerpt from David Copperfield by Charles Dickens