Status Updates From Jacob's Room

I’m back! (reading) and i hope to stay!

“But what century have we reached? Has this procession from the Surrey side to the Strand gone on for ever? That old man has been crossing the bridge these six hundred years, with the rabble of little boys at his heels, for he is drunk, …. It seems as if we marched to the sound of music - perhaps the wind and the river, perhaps these same drums and trumpets - the ecstasy and hubbub of the soul.”

“Dean Parker wrote books, and Fraser utterly destroyed them by force of logic and left his children unbaptised - his wife did it secretly in the washing basin, but Fraser ignored her, and went on supporting blasphemers”
Such a fascinating and moving aside about the life of a one-paragraph-side-character.

Poor Betty Flanders writing her son's name, Jacob Alan Flanders, Esq., as mothers do, and the ink pale, profuse, suggesting how mothers down at Scarborough scribble over the fire with their feet on the fender, and can never, never say, whatever it may be... probably this: don't go with bad women, do be a good boy, wear your thick shirts, and come back, come back, come back to me. But she said nothing of the kind.