The consolations of literature
Jan. 6th, 2012 11:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIn other news, the man at my table has taken his shoes off. I guess he's settling in for the day. Which is unfortunate, as I have to finish this story before 7pm and he is entirely in my eyeline and I am spending far too much time beaming hatred in his direction. Which he apparently doesn't even notice. Why are my eyes not lasers?
However, old pleasures come bubbling through. There's a line in Tom Brown's Schooldays where the boys take off their top hats and tailcoats to play Rugby football, "and those who meant real work their waistcoats too." I have always adored the idea of playing rugby in waistcoats.
However, old pleasures come bubbling through. There's a line in Tom Brown's Schooldays where the boys take off their top hats and tailcoats to play Rugby football, "and those who meant real work their waistcoats too." I have always adored the idea of playing rugby in waistcoats.