The Cumbria to Sterne leap still escapes me; but I have never heard of Sterne, but Professor Google yields no easy link to Cumbria. Whatever... if the beer was good then all is well.
I am, in many respects, a rather ignorant fellow. Too much time learning about the orbital dynamics of electrons and their central significance to life, consciousness and everything else. In my youth I read fiction widely, but then I lost interest in it because it is all made up.
I do agree. Fantasy, storytelling, joy, humour, poetry and literature, et all's just made up. Stupidity even. No significance to life, at all. Do remain the orbital dynamics of electrons. Well, and various beers. Cheers!
I still read fiction. With pleasure. Some of it reflects reality, and some reality I yearn for. And some of course truths which make me shudder. I refuse to be constrained by genre in my reading. But cannot say I have found a beer I enjoy. So I have stopped trying.
Any wine Sue? Or spirits? Or are you a mineral water and soft drinks lady? I can certainly understand people not liking beer...I thought it was a very weird drink at first (by which I mean, eh... 50 years ago); but then, eh... 60 years ago I thought girls were weird and uninteresting to me too; then about 50 years ago I (partly) changed my mind...
I wish I were, Mark; multi lingual that is. Pretty good I am when it comes to the language I sucked from my mother's breast, and now and then I am trying to compare the original and its translation. The books are all mine. At 3,000 I stopped counting, ten or 15 years ago.
Andrew, talking about fiction, I believe that "Sample 717" is as real (if not more) than the actual daily news about the second pandemic wave we're told we're going through presently.
And, if you offer, I'll share your Malbec, It's the best wine, loaded with resveratrol antidoxants, keys to cardiovascular and immune health. The only wine I'm allowed to sip with a meal now.
As you, and only a few others do realise Claude, my few works of "fiction" are actually accounts of real events, only published under the pretence of fiction to avoid my being carted off to a lunatic asylum. And Aileen the Alien often asks after you, so you may get a discreet visit one day, if she can navigate her way correctly along the very long Yonge Street (for a Superior Being she does have some surprising failings). My Malbec is raised to wish you a peaceful mind.
The connection is not apparent to me
ReplyDeleteNeither to me. ;-)
DeleteMy thoughts went: Cumberland, Yorkshire, Cumbria, Sterne.
The beer did not taste bad, by the way.
The Cumbria to Sterne leap still escapes me; but I have never heard of Sterne, but Professor Google yields no easy link to Cumbria. Whatever... if the beer was good then all is well.
DeleteAndrew!! You have never heard of Sterne? Tristram Shandy? ...
DeleteNope
DeleteUff!
DeleteI am, in many respects, a rather ignorant fellow. Too much time learning about the orbital dynamics of electrons and their central significance to life, consciousness and everything else. In my youth I read fiction widely, but then I lost interest in it because it is all made up.
DeleteI do agree. Fantasy, storytelling, joy, humour, poetry and literature, et all's just made up. Stupidity even. No significance to life, at all.
DeleteDo remain the orbital dynamics of electrons. Well, and various beers. Cheers!
I still read fiction. With pleasure. Some of it reflects reality, and some reality I yearn for. And some of course truths which make me shudder.
ReplyDeleteI refuse to be constrained by genre in my reading. But cannot say I have found a beer I enjoy. So I have stopped trying.
Any wine Sue? Or spirits? Or are you a mineral water and soft drinks lady? I can certainly understand people not liking beer...I thought it was a very weird drink at first (by which I mean, eh... 50 years ago); but then, eh... 60 years ago I thought girls were weird and uninteresting to me too; then about 50 years ago I (partly) changed my mind...
DeleteDefinitely wine when my dodgy tummy and medication allows. Spirits occasionally.
DeleteWell then we share the liking for wine, most recently a fine Malbec for me.
DeleteI notice the literature has no linguistic barriers. Are they all your books? Are you multi lingual?
ReplyDeleteI wish I were, Mark; multi lingual that is. Pretty good I am when it comes to the language I sucked from my mother's breast, and now and then I am trying to compare the original and its translation.
DeleteThe books are all mine. At 3,000 I stopped counting, ten or 15 years ago.
Wowzaz, that's more than I've got CD's.
DeleteYou have many years to catch up, Mark, and to enjoy.
DeleteAndrew, talking about fiction, I believe that "Sample 717" is as real (if not more) than the actual daily news about the second pandemic wave we're told we're going through presently.
ReplyDeleteAnd, if you offer, I'll share your Malbec, It's the best wine, loaded with resveratrol antidoxants, keys to cardiovascular and immune health. The only wine I'm allowed to sip with a meal now.
As you, and only a few others do realise Claude, my few works of "fiction" are actually accounts of real events, only published under the pretence of fiction to avoid my being carted off to a lunatic asylum. And Aileen the Alien often asks after you, so you may get a discreet visit one day, if she can navigate her way correctly along the very long Yonge Street (for a Superior Being she does have some surprising failings). My Malbec is raised to wish you a peaceful mind.
DeleteA bit late to the party I am. There are many fine grape varieties. Same goes with made-up-literature. The peace of the night.
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