7. Proustian-Jungian Soup
Caroline thought: It's odd, sitting here, letting one's mind wander, and who should come into it but Tim Something, of all people. Strange.
She had not seen him for two years; her photograph had appeared in Rural Living during her last year at Oxford Brookes and then there had been a gap year in New Zealand looking after the children of a family who lived in Auckland (whose fifteen-year-old son had made a pass at her; fifteen!) Now here she was doing her Master's in Fine Art, sitting in a lecture on seventeenth-century Dutch painting, and a photographer whom she barely knew -- and rather disliked -- suddenly came into her mind. It was odd, but that was how the human mind was: a Proustian-Jungian soup of memories and associations.
Proustian-Jungian; she rather liked the term, and might use it in one of her essays.
In which the pond goes heavy on illustrations and cartoons to make it
through Dame Slap and prattling Polonius ...
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The pond is always inclined to avoid matters and people before the courts.
The pond did its best to avoid speculating on the Lehrmann matter - unlike ...
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3 comments:
I love him madly too.
He is a genius.
Mm. Precious Ramotswe's attitude to life is a lesson to us all.
His Very Terrible Orchestra* is beyond brilliant.
(*yes I have heard of the Portsmouth Sinfonia, but Sandy is more adorable)
I do like his Precious Ramotswe very much. Not sure I've read any of his others.
You sound very busy, but I blogged a youtube clip the other day, with you, Laura, Isabelle and other cat lovers very much in mind. I hope it makes you smile.
I'm presently working my way through the 44 Scotland St series. His 'simplicity' is so brilliant it takes my breath away. But I don't like Isabel Dalhousie. She really irritates me, and her baby is not real.
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