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

Monday, March 19, 2012

Literary Lunes—Tea Party

Laying down the apple at which he was daintily nibbling, and with the fire of inspiration suddenly lighting up his whole face, he fixed his bright eyes upon the northwest corner of the ceiling and murmured under his breath, "Plum cake. Saffron cake. Cherry cake. Iced fairy cakes. Éclairs. Gingerbread. Meringues. Syllabub. Almond fingers. Rock cakes. Chocolate drops. Parkin. Cream horns. Devonshire splits. Cornish pasty. Jam sandwiches. Lemon curd sandwiches. Lettuce sandwiches. Cinnamon toast. Honey toast—"

—from The Little White Horse by Elizabeth Goudge

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