tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562046.post111841063651305999..comments2023-10-30T10:31:52.321+00:00Comments on Infinitives Unsplit: TiggedTim Worstallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13161727860817121071noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562046.post-1118919786369417082005-06-16T12:03:00.000+01:002005-06-16T12:03:00.000+01:00Fowler? Or the book by the chap that did the new F...Fowler? Or the book by the chap that did the new Fowler, a style manual for the Civil Service: flicked through it when my sister came to visit, as a result of which she nearly returned to the trans-Atlantic colonies without it.berenikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17440205002840669561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562046.post-1118490549066140372005-06-11T12:49:00.000+01:002005-06-11T12:49:00.000+01:00Posted on my blog.Posted on my <A HREF="http://www.thersites.org.uk/blog/?p=70" REL="nofollow">blog</A>.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562046.post-1118482754361071792005-06-11T10:39:00.000+01:002005-06-11T10:39:00.000+01:00My sobbing has ceased & I am resigned to my fate. ...My sobbing has ceased & I am resigned to my fate. I'll post today.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562046.post-1118477739051940412005-06-11T09:15:00.000+01:002005-06-11T09:15:00.000+01:00Marvellous.I must say that I had indeed considered...Marvellous.<BR/><BR/>I must say that I had indeed considered the Dictionary of Quotations or possibly Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable.<BR/><BR/>Now all you have to is post this to England Expects and pass it on to 5 others....The Pedant-Generalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08738418480281658868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13562046.post-1118439586082415062005-06-10T22:39:00.000+01:002005-06-10T22:39:00.000+01:001 - Lots, better still most of them have been read...1 - Lots, better still most of them have been read - though there are some that arrived with my darling wife involving improving my life that I have yet to get around to browsing.<BR/><BR/>2. The Stories of English. By some Welsh chap, hold on...David Crystal. Bought simultaneously with White Gold, by Giles Milton. The first is an enjoyable, but at times a tad academic study of the growth of the English language, its tributaries, and most importantly in the modern world, its distributaries. The second is the tale of the tens of thousands slung into slavery by the Moroccans, and the Barbary pirates.<BR/><BR/>3. The two above alongside, A throne in Brussels - Paul Belien’s devastating critique of the Belgian, its Royal family, corruption and their relevance to modern European Politics (already read it once - now re-reading for review purposes) and one of Alan Mallinson's marvellous Harvey novels.<BR/><BR/>4. Funny that, “Serve to Lead” is in my loo. A great anthology.<BR/>To ask the five book that mean the most has a desert island feel about it. <BR/>But things that struck me dumb and leave me still mumbling<BR/>A)Hume - Treatise on Human Understanding. (Still don't quite get it, but the closest I have ever read to explain what it means to be alive)<BR/>B) Sir Gawain and The Green Knight - Read (in translation ) early in life it helped me believe in humour in defence of decency and England, and honour and humanity and fun, and poetry. Does that sound pompous? Yeah probably, but it is heart felt.<BR/>c) Recently the Ramotswe novels, The First Ladies Detective Agency etc. Books about doing good.<BR/>D) A great fat dictionary of Quotations. Other people always seem to have already said what I would have liked to have said, better and quicker. Why draw a straight line by hand if there is a ruler to hand?<BR/>E) What’s Bred in the Bone - Robertson Davies. If an angel ever lived in Canada and touched an author then it did to the bearded seer of Toronto. Magic mystery, high Anglicanism, art history myth, beauty, joy and a direct understanding of how history both public and private impinge upon our daily lives.Gawain Towlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08583658895528269901noreply@blogger.com