Tuesday, August 26, 2025
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Thursday, April 17, 2025
From The Mallen Lot
I try to make the best of things. Best thing about being without electricity due to the WIND the past couple of days is I quit drinking as it was turning me into Mummy. Second best thing is that I finished Catherine Cookson's Mallen series. It was so good. I've got a lot of quotes to share from The Mallen Lot. Catherine did not drink as her mother was an alcoholic. Funny that I'm finishing The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte' and Brooke Shields's There Was a Little Girl too as they are both about alcoholics.
"Ruthie had a saying that God was good and the devil wasn't bad to his own. Well the devil she knew and the devil he knew must be running two different establishments because the gentleman over there had been less than kind"
"How was it that no mistress, and not even the prospect of a wife, a beloved wife, could fill the void in a man who had craved mother love all his life?'
"The world had been created by a madman; God was a madman; no reasonable thing or power would create torture for no purpose. The experiences of the past months, the chaos in which the world was drowning was not, to his mind, the result of either a country's greed, or the ambition of nations; politicians of their own volition could not, he reasoned now, create such havoc, for the human mind could and would think, dissect, reason and then act in the end to preserve its own survival. No, there was a malevolent power, a mad God playing with the universe, and he was so powerful, so indiscriminate he directed his attention equally to families as to nations; he inflicted special torture..."
"And from then, daily, without let up, she had prayed that something would happen to that sperm of hell, because that's all she was, that's all she had ever been, she had come from a hell raiser, and a line of hell raisers, and she had been a she-devil ever since."
"no one actually pitied Lawrence, for you couuldn't pity someone, no matter how mentally crippled, who continually emanated happiness; in fact the wise among them envied him his state."
"Love is a terrible thing, Dan. No one should ever say that love is beautiful, it's a crucifixion."
"There was something building up inside her that was frightening her. It had been growing with the years, but since Christmas it had become like a great live thing gnawing at the inside of both her body and mind, and she was afraid of it, afraid that something would happen to cause it to break out."
"Well, he's dead, and as I see it there's nothing so dead as death; it's final, it's finished. And I'm as much against those who spend the rest of their lives weeping over the dead as I'm against those who make saints out of sinners once they are dead."
"She was born to create trouble; as sure as the sparks fly upwards. Some people are made like that. Barbara was poison to everyone she touched."
I also have two more musical satires like Fanging with Claude in mind: DOC (Doc Holliday) and IKE (Eisenhower). I might've found my niche. Both will likely begin with cover portraits, we'll see... TTYL... ✨
Thursday, March 6, 2025
Thursday, February 20, 2025
Quotes from Bronte and Cookson
Binge reading, trying to catch up with the ones I've been reading the longest. Spring cleaning is also coming early this year, so the doll soaps are iffy; they make a huge mess. Frankie doesn't make that any easier. These are from Anne Bronte's The Tenant of Wildfell Hall and Catherine Cookson's The Mallen Lot, finally getting close to finishing that trilogy that is so good. I was disappointed not to find any of her books at the library sale.
"Keep both heart and hand in your possession, till you see good reason to part with them; and if such an occasion should never present itself, comfort your mind with this reflection: that, though in single life your joys may not be many, your sorrows, at least will not be more than you can bear." Anne Bronte
"The conception of children is not dependent on love...." Catherine Cookson
Thursday, January 23, 2025
Poldark 1975 episode 01
Monday, September 9, 2024
In Search Of The Brontës (2003) Part 2/2
Thursday, August 22, 2024
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Monday, September 11, 2023
Friday, June 23, 2023
From The Green Man
"No, any such terror could be faced, or could be fled from; must always be less terrible than a portable, infinitely adaptable demon living and acting in the mind."
Kingsley Amis
Monday, June 12, 2023
Dreams 6/12
Dreamt I was in high school and was cast a part in a play about the Brontes. Funny that it was not my high school, rather a tall cluttered Victorian style house with many floors. There was a lot of hub-bub as I did not even know what part I was playing since I hadn't even tried out. The only other person I recognized was Amber, our homecoming queen. There was a girl with dark hair who I did not know in real life. I was dressing in costume and had no blouse. I discovered that Amber was to play Anne. I told her I was reading The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, and that it was about an alcoholic. She said she hadn't read it. When it came time to go home I could not find my black boots and was running barefoot up and down narrow staircases looking for them.
The next dream was very much the same only I was in college. How I was in high school and college at the same time I don't know, but it seemed to take place in the same house. It was dimly lit as by lamplight. I was so delighted to discover that I was cast as Emily in yet another, different play about the Brontes. The fact that I was in two plays at the same time did not seem to phase me too much, I thought I could pull-it-off. My high school teacher was in this one, and I told her how excited I was as Emily was my favorite. She said she was her favorite as well: Wuthering Heights. This time we were rehearsing. I was standing at an antique dresser and had a beaded change purse. One of the two girls with me handed me something for my purse. This girl was dark haired, and there was also a blonde. These two seemed to know their lines already, but I had to open my big blue omnibus, as I was lost. Then, Ron came. I told him I died in an elevator in this play. The elevator had a pink ceramic facade. I was thinking I would probably want a wig for these parts. I could not wait to go home and tell Mummy about the plays.
Monday, May 29, 2023
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Friday, September 23, 2022
Happiness
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