Bookish Matters

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

—Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Kail and Oaten Bread

I'm reading Children of the Abbey, an old Minerva Press novel from 1796. Our heroine, in the midst of her woes, has settled into a dejected cottage in Scotland, surrounded by thistles, rocks, and the stormy sea! She sups upon "a few heads of kail, some oaten bread, a jug of water, and a small phial half full of spirits," which just adds to her misery, but it sounds quite pleasant to me. I shall look out my window upon the dripping Idaho evening, and imagine I am in Scotland.

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