tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592994284096434432.post1747601492893351058..comments2024-02-11T11:30:09.490+00:00Comments on pfgpowell: The Price Of Shoddy (cont.) with another rather lengthy preamble. And the latest on Hollande: nothing at all. Then a little bit on diaries v blogging (and if it doesn’t make too much sense, blame the several glasses of wine I have supped writing this entry)pfg powellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17407148810847119242noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592994284096434432.post-27077682604994857552014-04-11T01:18:37.111+01:002014-04-11T01:18:37.111+01:00BMc: Surely the whole point of your elegant, well...BMc: Surely the whole point of your elegant, well-informed and touch-typed blogs is that they cannot fail to be highly personal. It’s an unwitting way of finding out what your mind is thinking about almost anything and I’m pleased that you publish. If you mention your perception of the OS in the 1960’s, it has you as a detached, better-educated (for your age) foreign observer of that place and that time. By the mid-60’s, the place had rapidly changed out of all recognition …<br /><br />Zedabeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16716684066308142887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592994284096434432.post-12332430903875532152014-04-10T01:07:59.567+01:002014-04-10T01:07:59.567+01:00Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe, as is often the case, ...Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe, as is often the case, I am unwittingly revealing more about myself in my comments about others than I am about others.pfg powellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17407148810847119242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592994284096434432.post-23303855552025391602014-04-09T18:07:59.544+01:002014-04-09T18:07:59.544+01:00BMc: Arriving at the OS in 1960, I was totally una...BMc: Arriving at the OS in 1960, I was totally unaware of any of the books you mention or the culture they represented at the time – though Belloc (being an Old Boy, and assuredly bullied for being ‘foreign’) was lauded as an author but was never actually read. However, as an 8 year old at Ladycross (prep school) we were read The Hobbit and CS Lewis’s The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe. But I had read Emil & the Detectives (Erich Kästner) and was enthusiastic about Richmal Crompton’s anarchic William. Later, the Classics master (something of a martinet) read us Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes and some of Saki’s clever short stories. The English master read us Buchan’s Greenmantle which hinges on a Muslim uprising in 1915 or so …<br /><br />So are we the same class? Well, we both ‘belong’ to the same class – as sociologists/outsiders would group us; the trouble is that all classes are very tribal, which leads to the infinitely subtle aggregations of ‘People Like US’ or (everyone else) ‘people not like us.’ I have an Edwardian weakness for bad puns; so remain nonplussed.<br />Zedabeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16716684066308142887noreply@blogger.com