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“I’m sorry, ma’am. I fear our different stations in life preclude such intimacies.”
What year does he think this is!?
I am thoroughly middle class, I assure you.”
Doesn't understand UK Class
The “ma’am” was going to have to go, too, Erin thought.
Hobbes in US - letting go of classed language prevents worker rights
in this benighted country.
Cunt
“You’re in no shape to cook, are you? And I would wager that your husband is indifferent in the kitchen at best. Husbands usually are. You could use some meat on your bones, if you don’t mind me saying so.”
Fucking hell
Except that Charles and Erin slept in separate bedrooms, as they had every night since Lissa died.
Cliche
“The old man turned queer in the end, he did.”
Unless he means gay no one would say that post like 1950
MacBook
So its v. modern
“I don’t imagine it’s literary criticism that brought you all the way out here in the rain,” Charles said.
Prick
Most mornings, Charles stretched his legs in the wood, taking care never to stray too far from the wall.
Bit weird considering he was told theres likely a body there
Charles arrived early. It had been a dry, cool morning, and he’d spent more than an hour tramping in the wood
Its weird he's the main character and not Erin
roast beef and potatoes and vastly overcooked vegetables, vintage English fare.
WHy write this book if you think envlish people are backwards savages?
Not for the first time Charles thought his project might be a hollow one, pun very much intended: a shell to contain the radioactive core of his guilt.
At least she's facing it
He could have been drinking swill straight out of a box.
Then sell it to someone who'll appreciate its worth
“She’s been empty too long,” Armitage said. “It’s good to have someone there to warm her old bones.”
Not only is he so wsrong about the english he's so wrong about how english people feel about americans
“There’s some what say it’s haunted,”
how many books have this exact zsntence?
Sometimes it seemed that his life was one long sequence of should haves: failures of action and perception, failures of empathy, failures of the heart — a carelessness rooted not in the grandiose illusions of narcissism but in the soil of simple preoccupation.
He lost an entire day slumped across a tattered sofa, sneezing from the dust as he read a maid’s diary from the Second World War, when the house had served as a refuge for children during the Battle of Britain.
DIdnt think to give this to Silva?
“The fey. The fairy folk who seduce mortals and steal their babies. Way scarier than Tinkerbell. And in ‘Tam Lin’ and some other folklore, they must periodically pay a tribute to hell.”
Actually they take babies to their realm and replace it with enchanted wood - its a really nice way to explain babies deaths
“That’s the way of the world, isn’t it? Everything is deeper than you think it will be. Everything is bigger on the inside than it is upon the out.”
Weird tendency tp try and get characters to say something deep. Also no one in the UK would say this bcos doctor who.
shorthand for Mrs. Ramsden’s obvious but unexpressed concern and Charles’s mute terror that Erin was on the brink of slipping irretrievably into the abyss.
Then do something...
Yet a kind of paralysis possessed him all the same. He could imagine no intervention that might save her. He felt helpless, impotent as a character in a tale to alter the momentum of the events that had swept him up, Erin and Silva, Lissa, Lorna, that apparition in the woods.
He wants her dead
that he had stolen the book because the tale had required it of him. How can you blame Oedipus for his crimes, a student of Charles’s had once protested, if he was doomed from the start?
So charles is a dick becausd the story requires it
He couldn’t help thinking of Erin, who was squeamish when it came to sucking. Syrah Nagle, it turned out, was not. But he wouldn’t find that out until a month or so later, after a carefully orchestrated academic flirtation.
Ew!!
He had virtually no desire to leave Erin, to sacrifice their easy harmony upon the altar of his libido, nor did he wish to surrender up the material comforts of his life for some crummy garden apartment in one of the cheap complexes on the edge of town.
So dhe's convenient?
A great stag stood atop the embankment opposite — ten, maybe fifteen yards away. So close that he could smell the thing, a rank, wild musk, and see the suppurating wound in its side where a hunter’s spear must have gone in. So close that he could see, or thought he could see, the expression in its eyes, mournful and proud.
Why add "mournfu and proud"?
