okay so I, an extremely predictable person when it comes to taste in media, am reading The Charioteer.
folks, this book is great- Renault’s prose is frankly stunning- and the POV character is the most british person possible, good god. He manages to be both extremely reflective and… philosophic…. while at the same time utterly failing to recognize or appropriately respond to his own emotions. I love him.
Those who know me IRL are wondering why this seems familiar… It’s because this is the face I make right before laughing at one of my own jokes
I rose courteously, and I don’t think there was anything in my manner to suggest that I would have liked to hit her with a brick, for I am pretty inscrutable at all times. Nevertheless, behind my calm front there lurked the uneasiness which always grips me when we meet.
Much Obliged, Jeeves, P. G. Wodehouse (via quote-homines)
Yesterday was a good day. Thrilling. A special moment that sometimes makes the visual part of doing it more exciting than just reading it. In the beginning of the story, Holmes sees the reflection of Watson in a well-polished coffee pot. Well, I had in the studio yesterday, for the first time, a well-polished coffee pot. Now, no matter where I placed the coffee pot, I couldn’t see Watson at all. So I thought, come on Doyle, how’s it done? I reckoned he’d got it wrong. It couldn’t be done. Perhaps it was a different shaped coffee pot. Then I lifted the lid—and the lid was like a compact mirror reflecting exactly what Watson was doing. So all I had to do was lift the lid, angle myself and I could see him clearly. So sometimes by taking something from the book you learn more.
Jeremy Brett
(On the coffee pot scene in the Hound of the Baskervilles)
Here’s a quick intro to an amazing capture right before I released him! Starring me and a young red-headed woodpecker, who wants nothing more than to destroy my hand and go back to acorns.
(Both of his wishes came true, as a matter of fact. An hour later I came back to see him on his larder, faithful as always).
the tags on my woodpecker posts make me so happy you guys are great and I am glad the world understands that birds are just very mad most of the time
lit his pipe with an ember from the fireplace because he thought it looked cool
feel free to add to this
built a pillow fort in a client’s house
told a guy he was giving him secret government documents and then gave him a book about bees instead
told watson stories about his past solely to avoid cleaning his room
oh i almost forgot
decorated his room with pictures of famous criminals
Ordered a picnic for a pair of newlyweds
Was offended that Watson doesn’t praise his skills as a housekeeper
Waived his fee if his clients are too poor to pay him
Made hot chocolate to wake Watson up on a cold morning
Danced around and bowed to imaginary friends
‘Flushed up with pleasure’ when being praised
Wouldn’t explain how he comes to conclusions because he was worried Watson would think he is ordinary
Grabs Watson’s hand when he’s frightened
Let another puppy lead him on adventures.
Took out his violin to play a stressed-out Watson to sleep
Just stood there staring at Watson until he woke up
Referred to ordering dinner as “begin[ning] another investigation in which also a bird will be the chief feature”
“How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo.”
Was the surprise emergency witness for the wedding of none other than Irene Adler and Godfrey Norton, while in disguise, while she knew it was him the whole time
A Pretty Taste for Paradox 