What’s Black and white and read all over?

A newspaper, silly.

My daughter suggested that as I had not logged onto my blog, nor written a post in a week or so, and some friends had expressed concern, I should say hello.  This is harder than you think.  Although the meds I am taking include hydrocodone, and are not strong, I am weak am feeling iffy sitting here at the computer.

Besides, heaven knows what I may say.  I felt well enough yesterday to have a political argument with my daughter, only later to discover that we agree about most things like not sending any money to Hamas and supporting Israel whole heartedly.  I wish Bebe Netanyahu was my president.

Later, I read Connie the last passage from Middlemarch and began crying. Thinking about it now makes me cry more. The BBC production is schmaltzy and not like the book.  The English language in the book is fabulous.  I have the “little red readers” used in the school system in England until the Fifties, I think.  I bought my books in England.

Elliot, or more properly Mary Ann Evans, is one of the best English-speaking writers to have ever lived, and when I was in High School, she was required reading. God knows what they teach kids these days.  Connie with an advanced degree in English had not heard of Elliot before.  I suggested Austen and Elliot are the bookends of nineteenth-century English literature.

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Later, when I can spend more time at the computer, I will write more about this horrific surgery and its aftermath.  But I leave you with this thought…the doc saws your leg in half.  All I could think about were those sailors and soldiers, sometime referred to as Jack Tar, who lost a leg in the nineteenth century and wonder how in God’s name any of them survived. Nelson didn’t.  The British Navy brought his body back in a barrel of port wine.  Today, vendors and others sell a red wine in Gibraltar known as Nelson’s blood.

13 thoughts on “What’s Black and white and read all over?

  1. I studied Middlemarch for my degree. Turgid stuff, I thought. The only text worse was Madame Bovary, but at least he had the excuse of being French. In fact, I hated most of the books I studied. It’s a wonder I wasn’t put off reading for life.

    Jane Eyre and Pride & Prejudice saved me, but it didn’t feel like studying because I’d read them a hundred times before. I did learn to finally enjoy Dickens, however, and cried my eyes out over Dombey and Son.

    That’s life – something for everyone 🙂

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  2. Wishing you a speedy recovery. Take time to heal – doing too much too soon hurts the body and frustrates the mind…

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  3. I hope David’s surgery goes well in October. I wonder if he will be well enough to attend a concert a month later. Do let us know how your surgery went. I am very curious.

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  4. Gregg and his Dad love to get into political discussions and it sounds like things are getting very heated, but what people don’t realize who are not used to hearing them, they love it and rather than getting mad at each other, they return to a very loving relationship with one of mutual respect. They also think along the same lines but it wouldn’t be a fun debate taking the same side. Heal quickly Dianne, I have been wondering how you’ve been doing. Sounds like a horrendous op.

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    • TKR is one of the most painful operations one can have. Folks who say they “just bung in a new knee joint,” are lying, mistaken, or have not had the experience themselves. Thanks Denise. My therapist says I am his best patient.

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  5. Courage, Diane. If you can already rave and rant about politics you can’t be far off recovery.
    I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you.

    By the way, Middlemarch is generally considered to be the finest Victorian novel in the English language, if not the finest of any age.

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