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Liveblogging The Peacemaker, by C.S. Forester. Chapter two:
Dorothy (one of the Lordly Ones) meets Mary! And realizes that she is horrible, and that Pethwick is much oppressed.
He was clasping and unclasping his hands, and even in that light and at that moment Dorothy noticed their slender beauty.
Okay, I’m very much reminded of Bush going on about Hornblower’s beautiful hands. Which I always thought was somewhat slashy, and now I feel vindicated in reading that as slashy, because here we are, three paragraphs later, kissing. Because she feels sorry for him having a horrible wife.
Dorothy had been kissed at parties by subalterns and graduates, and there had once been a mad interval with a young surgeon, but there had never been anything like this. She felt she wanted to give and give. She would tear herself to shreds if only that would alleviate some of his unhappiness.
Pethwick kissed her forehead and her cheek. He did not feel himself worthy of her lips. It did not even occur to him to venture on such a sacrilege. He held her hands. He stooped, and with infinite tenderness and reverence he kissed their cool palms. He was awestruck and humble, like a knight in the presence of the Grail. One of the Lordly Ones had taken notice of his existence, had tacitly given him leave to worship at her feet where formerly he had only worshipped from afar. She smiled as he bent before her, and touched his thin fair hair, and his ears, and the nape of his neck, so that he dared all, and kissed her lips as she smiled, and entered into Paradise.
But then they realize they’re kissing in a horrible dirty house, so they do a bit of housekeeping together:
That was how they got over their self-consciousness. Amid the boiling of kettles, and clattering of dishes, while Dorothy, bare-armed, worked with scourer and mop, and Pethwick wiped and put away, there was no room for false modesty. They were friends again as well as sweethearts by the time washing up was finished, and they were both happily conscious of it, too.
Which, okay, is kinda sweet?
According to the narration, however, that’s as hot and heavy as things between them ever get. For all that the blurb went on about his “sexual awakening” I expected something more. I was hate-reading this to see how terrible the sex scenes would be, and I feel cheated now.
Anyway, much walking and talking and nattering. She’s a committed pacifist, a believer in disarmament. While he has made a device that would bring any modern army, navy, or air force to its knees...
"You can be an old soul that thrives in a modern world simply by choosing hope over despair attuning yourself to nature and embodying what inspires you it all begins and ends with you, you are enough..."
TheCottageFairy, poetry for an old soul
Have you ever eaten a fruit that is so deeply sweet and just fulfilling and been overtaken with the urge to meet the plant responsible? Like please take me to the tree that is responsible for this olive so I may thank it, why is that so hard?
Aaand here’s Shadowclan!! Featuring a broad interpretation of Redwillow - he’s a mackerel tabby with Toyger kittypet in his history. I do like how his DF Aura turned out - it represents both his passionate hate of the Code and Clans, and the burning hate that Blackstar was filled with when he killed Redwillow. I made Tawnypelt a tortie-point because I hadn’t seen a design like that before, so why not? Also Russetfur’s scar is from a too-tight collar, a souvenir from her far past as a kittypet before her loner days. Anyways, all that’s left is Riverclan and a few non-clan characters!
Liveblogging C.S. Forester’s The Peacemaker. A short summary of chapter one:
The novel opens with our hero, a hapless schoolteacher named Pethwick, ogling the headmaster’s (adult) son, who is drilling the boys in the courtyard. He refers to the headmaster’s son as one of “The Lordly Ones” -- and we soon come to find, when the headmaster comes out, that he also is a “Lordly One” worth ogling, and his daughter, Dorothy, is another so-called “Lordly One.” But none of the Lordly Ones makes Pethwick’s heart beat as Dorothy does...
Pethwick is thin and gangly and a sloppy dresser. He is painfully self-conscious and awkward. He is a poor disciplinarian and a brilliant mathematician. This portrait seems vaguely familiar, but I cannot for the life of me think of who it reminds me of...
Pethwick has an awful wife, who is named Mary. She is a drunkard, she is a scold, she refuses to keep house. It’s Pethwick mother’s fault that he has an awful wife -- the wife is the mother’s niece, and also Pethwick deliberately married someone exactly in his mother’s image. Anyway. She nags; he cleans and cooks; he’s very oppressed.
Pethwick makes an amazing mathematical discovery, with amazing physical consequences. In short order he builds a device that demagnetizes every magnet in the building, a development that is sure to have major military implications...
I found this journal at Spirit and didnt know what to do with it. Great idea! My 7yr old loves doing my things. Nights at the beach in the cold collecting shells, sand and water, fall walks in the woods around our house collecting rocks and everything else. He meditates and does yoga with or without me. And hes been making witch balls at Christmas since he was 3.
Im making him his first hand me down BOS. To be given to him between 13 and 16. I havent decided. Full of the basics and things he will need as a novice. All white magic obviously. Here are some pages ive finished.
If youre interested in this idea, keep an eye out for more.
I was idly browsing blurbs of various C.S. Forester books, when I came across this:
In one of London's outer suburbs lived a shabby, insignificant schoolteacher with a repulsive, drunken wife. Experimenting with his secret invention was his only escape—until his headmaster's pacifist daughter brought sex and idealism into his life.
Could the sexual awakening of this shy, retiring man have inspired him to create the chaos that now reigned throughout London? Was it possible that he was the "Peacemaker"—that curious lunatic who wrote to The Times threatening to spread confusion until there was total disarmament?
1. Once again, I am left with the impression that C.S. Forester had a nasty habit of working out his marital issues in novel format. I expect the misogyny in this to be off the fucking charts.
2. I also expect the sex scenes to be awful, if the sex scenes in the Hornblower novels are anything to go from.
In short: it looks like I have something to hate-read this weekend.
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