Friday, January 11, 2008

twilight, gold, Jane Austen

The iridescent yellow jackets worn by traffic wardens and the like are features of the urban streetscape.

Across the road from the cafe where I am sitting one of the windows of the jewellers is festooned wilth gold chains which stand out from a purple back cloth.

I think to myself that I admire the novels of Jane Austen first for their style and the wit with which she feeds it, second for the unsentimental moral backgound of the novels, third for the sharpness and irony of her dialogue, and last for the plots of the novels. Now that tv adaptations and films of the novels everywhere reduce them to banal melodramas, I think that I shall take great pleasure in reading at least one again soon, let us say Emma.

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