a day before blogpost (mostly)
kilvert is in clyro this day in 1870.
'a snowy morning. it was very cold in the night. my watch stopped soon after one o'clock, and the country was covered with snow at daylight. the morning frosty and exquisitely clear and lovely with a brilliant blue sky meeting dazzling white slopes and the roads, hard, icy and dangerous travelling. letters from my father and mother enclosing a nice letter from augustus hare...'
augustus, a schoolfriend of kilvert's (and later a friend of somerset maugham), reminisces about school, about being taught about crema and cremona, 'and, oh, a hundred thousand other things.'
tomorrow kilvert will discover that augustus hare's adopted mother is dead.
hare is the author of memorials of a quiet life, an autobiography in six volumes that features a number of encounters with ghosts, and a number of travel books. kilvert mentions 'a book in two vols. called 'walks in rome'.'
we are solidly in kilvert country until the 19th and on the 19th there's an entry from kafka from 1915.
horsemouth has just turned off the world at one (moaning farmers, sexually harassed women prisoners, people being bombed in palestine). he's sent in an email to the decarbonisation lot (hopefully they'll ignore it).
horsemouth is slightly sad. his friends are up in london (there's a photo) but he's out in the wilds. but before he'd seen the photo he was happy - he'd been out bellringing and he was back from the pub. anyway he's up to town soon enough.
bookpilled is clearing the decks for a 'read all the books you have bought' session by ranking all the books he has read so far this year - solid mentions for the strugatskys and d.g. compton.
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