Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts

Thursday, July 10, 2014

QUOTATIONS WE ALL NEED... (BLINK, BLINK)

George Bernard Shaw taking his sun bath cure at Madeira, 1925


In no particular order:

Anything like a holiday is out of the question for me. Must I endure in addition the insults of a publisher for whom I am preparing, with unheard-of toil, a gigantic triumph? Read “Mrs Warren”; and then blush for your impatience if you can.’
(Collected Letters Vol. II Aug 26 1897, to Richards.)

EPIFANIA. When had you last a holiday?
THE WOMAN. Me! A holiday! We cant afford holidays. I had one on Armistice Day, eighteen years ago.
EPIFANIA. Then it cost a world war and the slaughter of twenty millions of your fellow creatures to give you one holiday in your lifetime. I can do better for you than that.
(The Millionairess)

There are twenty-four concerts this week. Consequently I give myself a holiday; for if anyone asks me what I thought of this or that performance, I reply “How can I possibly be in twenty-four places at the same time?
(Music in London as Heard by Corno di Bassetto. 1 March 1889) 

HYPATIA.  At last.  Oh, if I might only have a holiday in an asylum for the dumb.  How I envy the animals!  They cant talk.
(Misalliance)

There are many more, but I think this is more than enough. We all need a holiday. Enjoy your summer!


Friday, April 18, 2014

I DISLIKE FEELING AT HOME WHEN I AM ABROAD

These words are part of the opening scene of Widowers' Houses, in which some of the characters are vacationing at Remagen on the Rhine. Sartorius, who had not introduced himself thus far and is therefore succintly referred to as "The Gentleman," does not share Cokane's sense of excitement about hearing one's mother tongue while abroad.  

THE GENTLEMAN [to Cokane] We are fellow travellers, I believe, sir.
COKANE. Fellow travellers and fellow countrymen. Ah, we rarely feel the charm of our own tongue until it reaches our ears under a foreign sky. You have no doubt noticed that ?
THE GENTLEMAN [a little puzzled] Hm ! From a romantic point of view, possibly, very possibly. As a matter of fact, the sound of English makes me feel at home; and I dislike feeling at home when I am abroad. It is not precisely what one goes to the expense for. 

I guess anyone who has travelled abroad for pleasure can relate to this.