Post by Gabriel-Ernest on Aug 19, 2008 11:27:34 GMT
James Cushat-Prinkly was a young man who had always had a settled conviction that one of these days he would marry; up to the age of thirty-four he had done nothing to justify that conviction. He liked and admired a great many women collectively and dispassionately without singling out one for especial matrimonial consideration, just as one might admire the Alps without feeling that one wanted any particular peak as one’s own private property. Tea by Saki [H. H. Munro]
Imagine my horror when, having devoured 705 pages of "Wives and Daughters", I turned the last page and read: "Here the story is broken off, and it can never be finished. What promised to be the crowning work of a life is a memorial of death..." Yep, Mrs. Gaskell had popped her clogs at that point. I nearly ate the book in frustration!
Speaking of endings, I've just finished a Ben Elton book (don't slay me, I'm trying!) entitled "Blind Faith". I couldn't put the book down, but upon reading the ending, I wanted to throw myself off a bridge!
"A flock of ducks alarmed the dawn with the clatter of their wings [...] ." Spurling, Betty (2005). Over the Mountains. p. 79
"STYLE is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn." — Gore Vidal "STYLE is knowing what sort of play you're in." — Sir John Gielgud "Politicians are not born; they are excreted." ― Marcus Tullius Cicero