Trains and Books
Oct. 11th, 2006 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Yesterday I spent an awful lot of time on trains. This was entirely worth it, as I got to see
glitterboy1 and
felinitykat. First of all I went to Cambridge for lunch, in a lovely church where we've been before. I had soup and a scone. With cream and jam. Then I dived into The Haunted Bookshop as I had nearly finished my book, and felt that to rely on the last half not being gripping enough that I would race through it was to tempt fate in an abominable manner. So I got Juliet and the Chalet School, which I raced through on the Peterborough/London leg, and enjoyed very much. I always somehow forget that I like the Tyrol books so much, and Caroline German writes great fill-ins.
In London I went to meet
felinitykat in Waterstones Picadilly. I was early, and spent some time wandering around peering into people's faces in case I'd missed Kat, and then retired to the coffee shop so I could put my glasses on and actually recognise her. But we did meet successfully, and retired to the bar and food place upstairs which was really lovely, if somewhat reluctant to serve us. I had lamb tagine which was absolutely delicious. I was sad to leave, but had to hurry to get to the last train before an hour long gap. I made it in plenty of time, actually, and got another book in case Juliet ran out.
I bought Candide, the introduction to which has the nicest spoiler warning ever: New readers are advised that this introduction makes the detail of the plot explicit. I started it on the train, and became conscious that it could look immensely pretentious, and decided to embrace this, staring thoughtfully out of the window while holding the cover at such an angle that people could see that I was thinking Proper Thoughts and not just being gormless. There was a sticker on the front that I went to peel off because it gives the impression that you've just bought it and it's not actually a revisited treasure. Then I noticed that the sticker was "new translation", which was even better. Clearly I was reading it to compare this new translation to an older, better loved translation, and possibly even both translations to the original manuscript and the amended later edition. Similtaneously. I can't help thinking, though, that this would have been better carried off if I had any idea about philosophy and didn't have to keep flipping to the notes at the back. Quite good though.
I also passed the time by wondering what I would do if the train derailed, and imagining various scenarios in which I could be hailed as a hero after saving countless lives. I had to get this up after meeting two insurmountable obstacles.
1) I couldn't work out what kind of injury I could have that would be really impressive in a finishing the lacrosse match with a sprained ankle type way, but wouldn't actually hurt to such an extent that I wouldn't be able to pick people up and carry them to the door to be framed in the blackened doorway by the waiting news cameras.
2) What to say when being feted? It's all very well being modest, but really I have just been brilliant, risking my own life to save small children and the elderly, minimising the devastation of this tragey. But it's so hard to get that across without seeming big headed.
So all in all it's just as well that the trains were almost entirely uneventful.
Today I absolutely must finish my panel work because it's the deadline for it to be emailed to the panel chair, and sadly only one of the pieces is actually ready to go. One is nearly ready but still a bit rubbish in places, and the last piece isn't actually started. I should probably get a move on then.
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I bought Candide, the introduction to which has the nicest spoiler warning ever: New readers are advised that this introduction makes the detail of the plot explicit. I started it on the train, and became conscious that it could look immensely pretentious, and decided to embrace this, staring thoughtfully out of the window while holding the cover at such an angle that people could see that I was thinking Proper Thoughts and not just being gormless. There was a sticker on the front that I went to peel off because it gives the impression that you've just bought it and it's not actually a revisited treasure. Then I noticed that the sticker was "new translation", which was even better. Clearly I was reading it to compare this new translation to an older, better loved translation, and possibly even both translations to the original manuscript and the amended later edition. Similtaneously. I can't help thinking, though, that this would have been better carried off if I had any idea about philosophy and didn't have to keep flipping to the notes at the back. Quite good though.
I also passed the time by wondering what I would do if the train derailed, and imagining various scenarios in which I could be hailed as a hero after saving countless lives. I had to get this up after meeting two insurmountable obstacles.
1) I couldn't work out what kind of injury I could have that would be really impressive in a finishing the lacrosse match with a sprained ankle type way, but wouldn't actually hurt to such an extent that I wouldn't be able to pick people up and carry them to the door to be framed in the blackened doorway by the waiting news cameras.
2) What to say when being feted? It's all very well being modest, but really I have just been brilliant, risking my own life to save small children and the elderly, minimising the devastation of this tragey. But it's so hard to get that across without seeming big headed.
So all in all it's just as well that the trains were almost entirely uneventful.
Today I absolutely must finish my panel work because it's the deadline for it to be emailed to the panel chair, and sadly only one of the pieces is actually ready to go. One is nearly ready but still a bit rubbish in places, and the last piece isn't actually started. I should probably get a move on then.
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Date: 2006-10-11 11:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-11 02:08 pm (UTC)BTW, I always thought that it looked *more* impressive when you flipped to the ntoes in the back, being that it mean you were obviously so well-versed and scholarly that it is immensely important to you to know that they amended the wording in the 1837 edition, and then changed it back when the work was newly-released as a serialization. Or something.
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Date: 2006-10-11 02:32 pm (UTC)I fear that the furrowed brow accompanying the notes belied the idea that it was impressive. Really it's all about Leibniz, as far as the notes tell me.
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Date: 2006-10-11 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-11 03:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-10-11 06:44 pm (UTC)And I regularly feel the need to tell you so :)
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Date: 2006-10-11 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-11 08:17 pm (UTC)While I'm sure that you would have been entirely heroic and photogenic, all at the same time, I'm happier with the idea that the train just did what it was supposed to. But there could at least have been someone doing a crossword nearby, to whom you could have leaned over and said, "I think you'll find that the answer is 'Voltaire'."
I hope you've got your work finished for the panel!
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Date: 2006-10-11 08:20 pm (UTC)That would have been wonderful. I shall have to look out for people doing crosswords and sit next to them. Preferably yesterdays so that I can look the answers up.
It was lovely to see you - I look forward to the next time.
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Date: 2006-10-11 08:30 pm (UTC)I look forward to the next time
Me too!