Lud-in-the-Mist

by Hope Mirrlees

vine-yards and corn-fields.

the bark had been stripped, showing as red as blood,

myriads o...

Simile vivid

two magnificent plane-trees, with dappled trunks of tremendous girth.

pretty girl of about seventeen

granddaughter Hazel.

Simile

fire-dogs

Question

According to the good old yeoman custom they had their meals with their masters.

pickled cowslips;

brawn;

a red-dee...

a fat roas...

Portunus, the weaver,”

Portunus is a genus of crabs which includes several important species for fisheries, such as the blue swimming crab and the Gazami crab.

“And if the cheeses won’t curdle, or the butter won’t come, or the wine in the vats won’t get a good head, who comes to the rescue?” “Portunus,” murmured the company.

Hazel

“And who,” she cried shrilly, “sits by the fire when he thinks no one is watching him roasting little live frogs and eating them? Portunus.”

Ewww

Luke

Simile

there was no fennel hanging over the door of the widow Gibberty.

Endymion Leer

“Thrice blessed little herb!”

Haha - and just how intimate might that be? Question

Luke Hempen

the honest, but by no means heroic, lad,

Haha - no exaggerated goodness for *this* narrator.

that doitered old weaver

when he had been a small child he had frequently seen Portunus in his dreams,

Luke:

Miss Hazel,

by the old farmer’s will the farm belongs to her and not to the widow.

A GMD plot point, like Donal Grant, or Sir Gibbie,

though she’s high she’s straight.

Portunus

as cracked as Mother Tibbs,

Simile ewww

Very smart and self-aware

Hempie

she did not show Master Nathaniel Luke Hempen’s letter.

Master Nathaniel,

It was evident that, to use the words of Endymion Leer, he was learning to live life to a different tune.

The summer was simmering comfortably by, in its usual sleepy way, in the streets and gardens of Lud-in-the-Mist.

And gazpacho!

The Senators yawned their way through each other’s speeches, and made their own as short as possible that they might hurry off to whip the Dapple for trout or play at bowls on the Guild Hall’s beautiful velvety green.

And when one of their ships brought in a particularly choice cargo of rare wine or exotic sweetmeats they invited their friends to supper, and washed down the dainties with the good old jokes.

Mumc...

Master Nathaniel

Then the trees, after their long silence, began to talk again, in yellow and red.

Simile extraordinary

Miss Primrose Crabapple

Haha - a mock! Is Hope Mirrlees a feminist? Question