by beatriceotto | Jan 31, 2019 | a quote to note
A wonderfully involved tail of a pig’s escape and eventual recapture.Firstly, a protracted endeavour to find him, eventually discovered resting in a barn, engaged in ‘thinking unutterable things’. Secondly, the vain boast of an Irishman who was sure...
by beatriceotto | Dec 6, 2018 | a quote to note
I don’t blame them either. A delightful recollection of a sensible ursine response to the outrage of war in their habitat. See another lovely account from the same book, of monster lobsters.”Last year, when the hard fighting was going on up there” he...
by beatriceotto | Oct 30, 2018 | triologisms
The Countess lives in a sea of white cats who hang upon her every word, here looking up at her lovingly. Even her voice addressing them is likened to a purr.’Every luminous slit-pupilled eye was upon her. The only movement lay in the vibration in their throats....
by beatriceotto | Oct 29, 2018 | metaphors
Among the most cherished beings in Mervyn Peake’s sprawling, imaginative Gormenghast, are the teeming masses of white cats belonging to the Countess. She has more love for furred and feathered friends than for humans, even those of her own producing, though...
by beatriceotto | Sep 24, 2018 | metaphors
Williamson pays close attention to the calls and cries of birds and animals, and here he distinguishes between the mutual call of a dog and a bitch otter. I found the description of White-tip’s cry extraordinary. ‘White-tip answered him. Her cry was like...
by beatriceotto | Sep 10, 2018 | metaphors
A berry crushed into service as a metaphor for a mud-mark. ‘Tarka’s deep seals in the lower ooze showed like big blackberries crushed in the mud.’ Source: Henry Williamson, Tarka the Otter: His joyful water-life and death in the two rivers,...
by beatriceotto | Sep 6, 2018 | a quote to note
Generally speaking, I’m not a big cat fan, preferring dogs all round. However, although I can be dismissive of the pampered creatures slouching around domestic hearths, some cats with strong characters, or a sassy, streetwise streak, can partially win me over. I...
by beatriceotto | Sep 6, 2018 | a quote to note
This is one memorable cat. Patrick Leigh Fermor had chance to observe the same big tom-cat every night in Athens after the war, performing what was clearly a regular feline routine. I loved this whole story. For other cat-related Greek tails, see also the naming of...
by beatriceotto | Aug 28, 2018 | triologisms
A symbiosis of hovering birds and fly-pestered bullocks, the darting martins hoovering up bothersome crisp-winged flies. ‘Martins twittered along the river-bank, and hovered about the heads of bullocks, taking crisp-winged flies from their muzzles and between...
