Tuesday, January 27, 2015

BROUGHT DOWN





The girl beat her hands together. 'My dear man,' she cried, 'you don't understand. You're judging those devils by your own standard. They suspect everything—and everybody.'
'What a distressing habit,' he murmured. 'Is it chronic, Or merely due to liver? I must send 'em a bottle of good salts. Wonderful thing—good salts. Never without some in France.'
The girl looked at him resignedly. 'You're hopeless,' she remarked— 'absolutely hopeless.'
'Absolutely,' agreed Hugh, blowing out a cloud of smoke. 'Wherefore your telephone message? What's the worry?'
She bit her lip and drummed with her fingers on the arm of her chair. 'If I tell you,' she said at length, 'will you promise me, on your word of honour, that you won't go blundering into The Elms, or do anything foolish like that?'




Cream: What A Bringdown (Link)

Text:  Sapper, Bulldog Drummond (1920)
 

Saturday, January 24, 2015

RUSTY STRINGS (PROFESSIONAL CONCERNS)






4 January.  In the morning.

                Didn’t sleep well last night.  I have decided to submit a memorandum to the Soviet of People’s Commissars as I am convinced that the reconstruction of citizens on new principles should be carried out on a national scale.

5 January.  In the morning.

                Didn’t sleep well last night.  I have decided that the reconstruction should be carried out on a universal, or in other words, cosmic scale.

The same date.  In the evening.

                The moment I got home I sat down at my desk to work on my memorandum.  However, when I came to practical suggestions I was compelled to discontinue my composition as the train of my thought had come to an obstacle.  Namely:  I didn’t know how and into what substance the citizens should be turned.






Rusty Strings (Ollie Halsall): Medium Twist (Link)

Text:  Lev Lunts, The Outgoing Letter N37 (1921)