tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post2112201432332254861..comments2023-05-24T23:33:57.516+10:00Comments on My Unwelcome Stranger: Why printed books will never disappearDenis Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-90443646857532427382012-09-20T19:22:10.099+10:002012-09-20T19:22:10.099+10:00And that has a much wider application than Oxford ...And that has a much wider application than Oxford side-papers, as I am discovering daily.Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-48700819765435299452012-09-18T15:24:21.570+10:002012-09-18T15:24:21.570+10:00The sea of unknown things stretches to the far hor...The sea of unknown things stretches to the far horizon, unmasterable, so large it is barely possible to comprehend.zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-26418518487717016332012-09-17T10:42:25.478+10:002012-09-17T10:42:25.478+10:00It's this curiosity thing with me. I fix on th...It's this curiosity thing with me. I fix on things sometimes and it bugs me not to know. <br /><br />But in the grand scheme of things, yes – more Sappho. A panegyric for her lyric and a panacea for all ills. No more pills. <i>[It's OK – I'll stop while I'm only this far behind.]</i>Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-7007918961795237882012-09-15T22:10:22.311+10:002012-09-15T22:10:22.311+10:00Who cares - let's have more SapphoWho cares - let's have more Sapphozmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-80639548393110719112012-09-12T21:21:16.525+10:002012-09-12T21:21:16.525+10:00The ancient illustrated one of my grandmother'...The ancient illustrated one of my grandmother's that used to scare me witless when I was 8 or so was Bunyan's <i>Pilgrim's Progress</i> with horrible dark etchings and misery depicted all through. These were supposed to be morally uplifting, I guess, but to me the Slough of Despond was a genuine peat bog with people getting dragged in and disappearing in the murk. I didn't see it as metaphorical at all. Maybe Grannie should have explained it to me.Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-35888547319660882362012-09-12T21:07:58.338+10:002012-09-12T21:07:58.338+10:00I wondered if I should say for post-decimal people...I wondered if I should say for post-decimal people that five shillings - a handsome price in 1907 - was what was replaced by the 50c piece in Australia in 1966. The comparison is not fair of course, but it's an interesting one.Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-51280607907171730412012-09-12T21:00:35.478+10:002012-09-12T21:00:35.478+10:00Thank you, Zed - on my search for an answer to you...Thank you, Zed - on my search for an answer to your question, I discovered which book this was appended to - <i>Sappho!</i> But I was unable to help with an answer. Maybe a convenient space for learned professors to write critical comments for posterity?Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-79613414244544878332012-09-12T20:36:24.529+10:002012-09-12T20:36:24.529+10:00Treasures. I can nearly smell those old books! The...Treasures. I can nearly smell those old books! The oldest ones I have are a 1917 Grimm's Fairytales (including a story titled 'The Man Who Couldn't Shudder"!)with beautiful illustrations,naturally, and"The White Cross" by Sarson C J Ingham (1909) a gothic romance I think, which I found somewhere in 2009 and bought because it was then 100 years old:)<br /><br />And my grandma's Bible, 1906, gilt edged and leather bound, of course..and my mother's 1936 'Anne of Green Gables', sigh. Thank you for inviting that indulgence, not that you intended to, no doubt. Delightfully nostalgic for me.<br /><br />Julie M XXAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-43274354789927931392012-09-12T20:28:15.783+10:002012-09-12T20:28:15.783+10:00I had actually forgotten that we used to write shi...I had actually forgotten that we used to write shillings with no pence that way! Anne PAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-66172589360991185922012-09-12T17:58:13.556+10:002012-09-12T17:58:13.556+10:00I wonder what 'Oxford side papers' wereI wonder what 'Oxford side papers' werezmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.com