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  1. Ash

    Oh, Oxford! 😀

    The downside of which seems to be Oxford boys? ^o)

  2. L-Izzle

    I am merely a regular person, but I have a hunch I would love this play.

  3. Li

    What a lovely post! I enjoyed reading this very much, and Pablo Neruda always takes me back to my 16-year old self 🙂

    Actually, the only poem I’ve ever memorised (and I can, sadly, no longer memorise it) was ‘Remember’ by Christina Rossetti. (Here’s the link: Depressing poems are fun.

  4. Theresa

    The play sounds intriguing and wonderful, minus the smug emissions from behind you.

  5. L-Engineer

    Read every word and enjoyed each of them. I don’t care if it’s just you ruminating to yourself, I’m pleased to be part of it.

  6. whisperinggums

    At last a flower picture. What can I say to such a tribute, except to, perhaps, quote MY favourite poet:

    And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
    And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
    Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

    It’s religious, yes, but the language of Gerard Manley Hopkins gets me every time.

  7. Laura @ Hungry and Frozen

    What a gorgeous poem! Loved your thoughtful review of this play…and very much love the quote about useful and useless knowledge 😀

  8. L.Methysta

    Beautiful. 🙂 Like the others, I didn’t mind reading about you pondering to yourself. 😉 Sounds like a great play and I had to laugh at the last remark, “I would have turned around and gone all Crocodile Dundee on their collective behind” LOL!!!!! That’s right! You show those snobby boys! Haha! 😀

    That is really unbelievable though that they would say something like that. I mean, I’ve heard of the whole “class” awareness that England has (my mom went to boarding school there when she was a girl and was called a colonist the whole time! :-O WOW!), but I never really experienced it when I was over there. Guess it does exist though! LOL!

  9. Hannah

    Ash: Well, they definitely didn’t inspire in me a desire to do a PhD in Oxford and chase after them!

    L-Izzle: You’re anything but regular, my dear.

    Li: Thank you! Hmm, I wonder if the late-teens is prime Pablo-loving time? (That link didn’t work for me, but I plan to hunt the poem down regardless.)

    Theresa: It was definitely worth seeing, though I can’t make up my mind whether I want to read it now or not…

    L-Engineer: Thank you 🙂

    Whisperinggums: I should have known you’d take this opportunity to quote that verse!

    Laura: Thank you – and I’m so glad you liked the poem! 🙂

    L.Methysta: Did you go to Oxford? I didn’t come across much of such talk/thinking in London or Liverpool, but my friend at Oxford mentioned many times the myriad hierarchies and “traditions” that one faces in daily life there!

  10. croquecamille

    Love Tom Stoppard! I’ve never even been to Oxford, but I think I’d like the play a lot. 🙂

    And was Catullus the one who wrote: Odi et amo / quarid faciam / fortasse requiris? / Nescio, sed fieri / sentio et excricior.

    Had to memorize it in 12th grade Latin. 🙂

  11. Simply Life

    beautiful photos!

  12. Hannah

    Camille: If you love Stoppard, I’m sure you would! And I bow down to your Latin-speakingness. I did a presentation on Catullus in year 12 and read a few poems out in translation… and a classmate cleverly piped up that he was “pretty sure they didn’t have French poodles back then”. He was right, of course, but I guess modern translators just take the creative license thing a bit far sometimes!

    Simply Life: Thank you! Good old point-and-click camera.

  13. croquecamille

    Don’t bow too far… that’s about the extent of it. 🙂

  14. Viv

    the seven hearts thing reminds me of horcruxes, but also the lotr one about all the different rings. they’re poetry to me! as for the ‘real’ (ie oxford-boy-worthy) poetry, this one’s my fave: Also, October Fullness. Omg Hannah i don’t know whether you’re a david tennant fan, but i saw (on dvd) his version of hamlet. the to-phd-or-not-to-phd speech was great, maybe it’ll help you decide 🙂 glad you’re doing well apart from the cold. maybe chocolate will help xox

  15. Hannah

    Camille: You’re too modest 🙂

    Viv: So happy to find a comment from you! Have been missing you girls very much, and so it’s lovely to think that you’ve occassionally stopped by here 🙂 I am a David Tennant fan, but must admit I have no idea what you mean by his to-phd-or-not speech? That was just me being silly, as far as I knew! Unfortunately the cold has morphed from awful pain last night to no sense of taste today, so alas when I tried a new chocolate it tasted of… nothing. So I’m feeling pretty woebegone, but it shall all pass (I hope)!

  16. Viv

    lol i was following your sillyness with DT, in reality he (sadly) stuck to the Shakespeare words but in my mind he was mimicking yours!
    that really sucks about the cold, i hope you can find some amazing european remedy for it, something like a little old german woman in a village somewhere with bottled dragon tears for you. xox

  17. Hannah

    Viv: Oops, sorry! Brain not so functioning gooder right now. 😛 The fellow at my Gatwick B&B suggested whiskey, but I like the dragon tears idea.

  18. Ronald

    I imagine it is. Very good stuff, glad I found this.

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