Lud-in-the-Mist

by Hope Mirrlees

though they hold each other’s hand, they might be walking on different planets … each seeing and hearing entirely different things.

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one can be born to a different tune

if he is ever to become a useful citizen, though he need not lose his own tune, he must learn to walk in time to other people’s.

slow-time gin!

in their cargo are peace and a quiet mind.

Simile extended

widow Gibberty.

granddaughter, Hazel,

Ten miles on a busy self-supporting farm is as great a distance as a hundred would be at Lud.

“The place that does not exist in the eyes of the law, eh?”

Endymion Leer

“We have the misfortune of living in a country that marches with the unknown; and that is apt to make the fancy sick. Though we laugh at old songs and old yarns, nevertheless, they are the yarn with which we weave our picture of the world.”

Simile metaphor, nice

a certain antiquary

there is not a single homely thing that, looked at from a certain angle, does not become fairy.

For all we know, it may be Dorimare that is Fairyland to the people across the Debatable Hills.”

A sense of safety was tingling in his veins like a generous wine

Simile extended

Simile metaphor double and extended

Get your sea legs, Master Nathaniel! By which I do not mean you must cease feeling the motion … go on feeling it, but learn to like it;

It’s the greatest pleasure I have in life, curing people.

I have never in my life made a mistake in a prescription.”

Haha

Simile

Endymion Leer’s words, in spite of their having had so little effect on his spiritual condition, had genuinely and permanently impressed him.

Hempie,

though you are the Mayor and the Lord High Seneschal, you can’t come lording it over my thoughts

There’s nothing like his own way for a sick person — be he child or grown man. His own way to a sick man is what grass is to a sick dog.”

Simile

Mumchance,

it is best to let sleeping facts lie.

Haha yes indeed

these are sad times, your Worship, sad times — the ‘prentices wanting to be masters, and every little tradesman wanting to be a Senator, and every dirty little urchin thinking he can give impudence to his betters!

when Lud begins talking about him, it generally bodes trouble.

it was against the law for the Mayor to leave Lud,

Haha handy for the plot.

Luke Hempen,

as merry as a grig.

Simile

Mother Tibbs,

who, in spite of her forty summers danced more lightly than any maiden,

The little master’s bound for the land where the eggs are all gold!”

brown old women screaming at their goats;

terrestrial comets

ruined castles covered with ivy

a trail of amethyst,

Simile striking

encrusted in the sky

the celestial marble.

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Narrator

Time and vision

the nymph

Simile double, extended

the Hills of the Elfin Marches

the Debatable Hills

Simile - echo back