Collected Poems 1934-1952
2 journalers for this copy...
Journal Entry 1 by futurecat from Christchurch, Canterbury New Zealand on Saturday, January 31, 2004
Picked up from the free books table outside the English Department at the University of Canterbury.
A second copy of a book we've already got in our permanent collection.
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Journal Entry 2 by futurecat from Christchurch, Canterbury New Zealand on Tuesday, February 10, 2004
This book has been sitting in a box in our study for the last couple of weeks, so you'd think if ORNOT (who is currently flatting with us) had wanted it, he would have already taken it - but no, he had to wait until I'd dragged it all the way to the Dux for the meetup.... ;-p
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I had a look at the free books table outside the English Department at the University of Canterbury on the day those free books were put there and didn't find this book. I am very suspicious. It smacks of a cover up.
Yet this book has no cover over its cover - I'll just interrupt myself at this point to say that I seem to have relearned to touch-type by osmosis. While asleep I seem to have hooked in, on a psychic level, to someone's touch-typing lessons on the other side of the world, in Germany because I keep typing what I am certain are German words: ist, for example, and ich bin ein Berliner.
Anyway, to be completely honest, this book is now mine. I have it, and I'm keeping it. So ask me what I think, would I recommend it, do I like the artwork, how many commas does Dylan Thomas use in "If I Were Tickled by the Rub of Love" or who is the collection dedicated to, but do not ask me to send it to you. It's mine. Mine, I tell you hahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!
I'd laugh longer but I don't want to wear out the h key. I have plans for it in the future. Some pretty big projects, I can tell you. You'd be impressed. Honest.
It may turn up again in 2089, when I intend to die in some foreign field that will forever be a part of a graveyard or burial site or, at the very least, will always have my bones in it - until some developer decides that my plot is the one place left in the world with trees around it and that they must build there to remove said trees. Money has nothing to do with it: it's the trees they hates-is.
Goes without saying, really.
Love,
Simon du Maurier
(the Cerise Pimpernel)
Yet this book has no cover over its cover - I'll just interrupt myself at this point to say that I seem to have relearned to touch-type by osmosis. While asleep I seem to have hooked in, on a psychic level, to someone's touch-typing lessons on the other side of the world, in Germany because I keep typing what I am certain are German words: ist, for example, and ich bin ein Berliner.
Anyway, to be completely honest, this book is now mine. I have it, and I'm keeping it. So ask me what I think, would I recommend it, do I like the artwork, how many commas does Dylan Thomas use in "If I Were Tickled by the Rub of Love" or who is the collection dedicated to, but do not ask me to send it to you. It's mine. Mine, I tell you hahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!
I'd laugh longer but I don't want to wear out the h key. I have plans for it in the future. Some pretty big projects, I can tell you. You'd be impressed. Honest.
It may turn up again in 2089, when I intend to die in some foreign field that will forever be a part of a graveyard or burial site or, at the very least, will always have my bones in it - until some developer decides that my plot is the one place left in the world with trees around it and that they must build there to remove said trees. Money has nothing to do with it: it's the trees they hates-is.
Goes without saying, really.
Love,
Simon du Maurier
(the Cerise Pimpernel)
