My bracket; Mitfords, pt. 7
Well, obviously, I picked: (1) UConn, to repeat (one of every three bracket-fillers has done so); (2) Creighton – UConn’s conference rivals – to reach the final; (3) Nebraska, because wouldn’t it be silly if two teams from that state reached the Final Four; and (4) New Mexico, so that the UConn Huskies might compete against other “canines” (it was a toss-up between New Mexico and Nevada).
When these four pieces have fallen into place, the windfall will be mine.
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Daniel tipped himself headfirst off the bed, but I caught him just in time. I had been absorbed in Mitford novel no. 6, Love in a Cold Climate; when I lurched after Daniel the volume flew out of my hands and across the room, landing hard.
“My book!” I cried out.
“See, your father loves you dearly,” Karin told Daniel, “he dropped his book to save you.”
I rushed to my book; the landing had cracked its spine. But not fatally.
More marriage-woes in Mitfordania. Jane Austen has her detractors, notably Mark Twain; I think she’s fine to read, but not by herself (not even within her narrow field). N. Mitford is a necessary corrective.
Warning: oblique spoiler (but no worse than on dust-jackets).
Think of LCC as if the respectable Jane Bennet, not Lydia, were to have run off with Wickham – not Austen’s dashing Wickham but a dowdier one, more like Mr. Collins, with pedophilic urges.
When these four pieces have fallen into place, the windfall will be mine.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Daniel tipped himself headfirst off the bed, but I caught him just in time. I had been absorbed in Mitford novel no. 6, Love in a Cold Climate; when I lurched after Daniel the volume flew out of my hands and across the room, landing hard.
“My book!” I cried out.
“See, your father loves you dearly,” Karin told Daniel, “he dropped his book to save you.”
I rushed to my book; the landing had cracked its spine. But not fatally.
More marriage-woes in Mitfordania. Jane Austen has her detractors, notably Mark Twain; I think she’s fine to read, but not by herself (not even within her narrow field). N. Mitford is a necessary corrective.
Warning: oblique spoiler (but no worse than on dust-jackets).
Think of LCC as if the respectable Jane Bennet, not Lydia, were to have run off with Wickham – not Austen’s dashing Wickham but a dowdier one, more like Mr. Collins, with pedophilic urges.