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desperanceOften and often, of course, a good line will come from nowhere (or from the kettle, perhaps, in the steam; I was making coffee, as I often am). Frequently, of course, they end up going nowhere.
I have no idea, none, where this might go: but as a snippet, as a moment, yes. I love it.
Not half an hour into the peroration, and I could stand no more. I leaned towards my neighbour and murmured, "This man? Is the original Dust whom England bore."
Thank heaven for a literate stranger; he laughed, and toasted me with his hip-flask, and mutely offered me a tot.
Post WW1, obviously - but not I think the WW1 we know. Not quite the same result. Not to say that the Germans might have won - I believe the mathematics were against them, and who can argue with number? - but something's shifted. And I do love that period, where you have a Victorian generation and an Edwardian generation and the new young brittle damaged folk all together, and each with an utterly different understanding of the world.
I have no idea, none, where this might go: but as a snippet, as a moment, yes. I love it.
Not half an hour into the peroration, and I could stand no more. I leaned towards my neighbour and murmured, "This man? Is the original Dust whom England bore."
Thank heaven for a literate stranger; he laughed, and toasted me with his hip-flask, and mutely offered me a tot.
Post WW1, obviously - but not I think the WW1 we know. Not quite the same result. Not to say that the Germans might have won - I believe the mathematics were against them, and who can argue with number? - but something's shifted. And I do love that period, where you have a Victorian generation and an Edwardian generation and the new young brittle damaged folk all together, and each with an utterly different understanding of the world.