Reading The Siege of Krishnapur (JG Farrell) for class, and although I’m only to the second chapter, I’m enjoying it already. A few good sentences so far:
The Magistrate suffered from the disability of a free-thinking turn of mind and from a life that was barren and dreary to match.
If you can’t call an elephant “Afric’s wondrous brute” what can you call it?
She was very fair and pale and a little remote; one or two people thought her “insipid”, which is a danger blonde people sometimes run.
Peckish + tired + demoralized = perfect time for a tea break.
You may think that I am past these shoes. You would be wrong.
Oh yes, I still intend to own these shoes, even though it has been months since that day I tried them on under the witchy eye of one of your sub-sub-managers. They will be mine, mark my words. My work-study allotment and I are simply biding our time.
I’ve been a little… preoccupied… this week, for various reasons.
Apparently I still am, because I can’t think of anything to say.
Hopefully things will improve soon.
The BBC reports:
The idea of hospitals recording violent crime has now spread south of the border. One hospital in London has piloted the scheme and it will soon be extended across the capital, according to Det Chief Supt Chris McDonald, head of Operation Blunt, the knife cream taskforce at the Metropolitan Police.
Knife cream? Ew.
I can think of three possibilities:
- Bizarre typo for “crime”
- Allusion to the concept of “cream of the crop”
- Something I really don’t want to know about
There really is no more appropriate place to park your beer truck than under the “Welcome Alumni!” banner.