I've got a taste in my mouth for what it felt like way back in the old days
I just told
spatch that life is a series of exhaustions and interruptions. I spent the day so tired, I almost fell asleep once at my desk and once on the couch and both times my phone jolted me awake, which in the latter case was especially unappreciated. Rob made me a spider cake when he got home from work. His place of work has multiple staff out with COVID. We will be testing before joining the rest of my family for Pesach. One plague-time Seder would have been enough.
I am going to need to read Winifred Holtby's South Riding (1936), because if Victor Saville's South Riding (1938) is at all a faithful transfer of its source material, it's got to be a speedrun. Subplots alternate so rapidly onscreen, you can miss crucial information without even blinking. I imagine the politics were more nuanced in the original, too, and chronologically it cannot have ended by observing the coronation of George VI and Elizabeth, however reassuringly it permits once opposed ideological elements to reconcile in the singing of "Land of Hope and Glory." On the other hand, I cannot disdain any film which offers me Ralph Richardson as a full-fledged romantic lead and John Clements as the local socialist with TB—he answers a charge of being "yellow" with a faintly smiling, "Oh, no, I'm not. I'm not even pale pink. I'm red. Scarlet," then double-entendres the declaration with an inevitable cough. Plus Glynis Johns in her screen debut and about forty-five seconds of Skelton Knaggs. The photography by Harry Stradling is very good open-air black-and-white. If it wasn't a faithful transfer, I'm still interested to see what it was transferred from.
Courtesy of a friend who is not on DW: what to feed a budgie during WWII.
I think I had mono the last time I felt like this.
I am going to need to read Winifred Holtby's South Riding (1936), because if Victor Saville's South Riding (1938) is at all a faithful transfer of its source material, it's got to be a speedrun. Subplots alternate so rapidly onscreen, you can miss crucial information without even blinking. I imagine the politics were more nuanced in the original, too, and chronologically it cannot have ended by observing the coronation of George VI and Elizabeth, however reassuringly it permits once opposed ideological elements to reconcile in the singing of "Land of Hope and Glory." On the other hand, I cannot disdain any film which offers me Ralph Richardson as a full-fledged romantic lead and John Clements as the local socialist with TB—he answers a charge of being "yellow" with a faintly smiling, "Oh, no, I'm not. I'm not even pale pink. I'm red. Scarlet," then double-entendres the declaration with an inevitable cough. Plus Glynis Johns in her screen debut and about forty-five seconds of Skelton Knaggs. The photography by Harry Stradling is very good open-air black-and-white. If it wasn't a faithful transfer, I'm still interested to see what it was transferred from.
Courtesy of a friend who is not on DW: what to feed a budgie during WWII.
I think I had mono the last time I felt like this.

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(I have read South Riding! I can't remember much about it, though. It was ages ago and I think I was probably too young to appreciate it as much as I might have done later - I think I'd just read Vera Brittain's two Testaments.)
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I like convergences! Let me know what it's like. I have only read Testament of Youth.
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I could learn to like that!
(We did test negative, thank you. *hugs*)
(I have read South Riding! I can't remember much about it, though. It was ages ago and I think I was probably too young to appreciate it as much as I might have done later - I think I'd just read Vera Brittain's two Testaments.)
All signs downthread point to the film diverging hilariously, so I'm looking forward.
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And you were right.
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*hugs*
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socialistCommunist explaining how the Jubilee symptomises all that's rotten in the state of the nation and Sarah Burton telling her girls that while I Vow To Thee My Country (which is what they are actually about to sing) is a great and moving piece of art, she finds the line "The love that asks no questions" severely Problematic and they must never, ever, ever take it literally.no subject
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Okay, are we talking one of the film adaptations where the characters have the same names and that's about it?
But it absolutely does not sodding well end with the coronation of George VI; it ends with the Silver Jubilee of George V, including a letter from the TB-afflicted
socialistCommunist explaining how the Jubilee symptomises all that's rotten in the state of the nation and Sarah Burton telling her girls that while I Vow To Thee My Country (which is what they are actually about to sing) is a great and moving piece of art, she finds the line "The love that asks no questions" severely Problematic and they must never, ever, ever take it literally.That sounds delightful.
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I have encountered that kind of swerve in Hollywood films, but perhaps wishfully, I had not realized it was transatlantically endemic as well. Well, I will be fascinated.
[edit] I loved the book, and the film ending is, from the perspective of the book, gonzo.
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I mean, I also like Ralph Richardson, but.
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Wishing you negative tests and a good Pesach visit—these disruptions and uncertainties are awful.
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I'm looking forward to it! It is handily on Faded Page, although I hate reading novels on screens so much, I may see what the library can do me.
Wishing you negative tests and a good Pesach visit—these disruptions and uncertainties are awful.
Thank you. Knock wood, we came through clear!
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(Briefly thought about asking your mom if you lot could take Llyan in for Seder, then decided that the answer logically had to be no.)
Right, Chag Pesach sameach! I hope you're feeling, if not good, then at least BETTER today.
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Thank you! At least it is sunny.
(Are you and Llyan doing a Seder yourselves?)
*hugs*
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You're welcome! I'm glad it came in handy. Mir zaynen do doesn't seem, unfortunately, to go out of fashion.
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So is the double entendre about sexual orientation ... or Communism?
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I have encountered pet mynas in fiction, but not, like, pet hornbills.
So is the double entendre about sexual orientation ... or Communism?
I believe it's about Communism! Which delighted me.
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Thank you. We got them!
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Also, I suppose pigeon-keepers whose pigeons were working for the National Pigeon Service must have received some kind of stipend and extra ration points for the care and feeding of their birds? The article at the link below just mentions that a keeper got 4d every time one of their pigeons delivered a message, but you do get to see photos of pigeons receiving medals for heroism: https://www.classicwarbirds.co.uk/articles/pigeons-at-war-the-raf-and-the-national-pigeon-service.php
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Or there were separate instructions entirely for pigeon-keepers in wartime. I would like to think that anything called the National Pigeon Service had pamphlets.
The article at the link below just mentions that a keeper got 4d every time one of their pigeons delivered a message, but you do get to see photos of pigeons receiving medals for heroism
I've seen some of those photos! I don't think I'd seen a complete list of what they got them for. Thank you. That's wonderful.
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Second prize, two weeks in Philadelphia.
*hugs*
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Thank you! We are here . . . and it looks like my niece has a (tested non-COVID, thought to be allergies, now coughing her face off) bug. Wish our immune systems luck.
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Thanks for the link! I am looking forward to the novel, which I am looking for in print.