Yes well... in my enthusiasm for Elizabeth Goudge and the way I have been refreshed from reading fiction lately, I requested many of her books from the library....
Today I went to pick up my holds.... There were 17. Yes, 17 books. If I read them all with one renewal, that'd be 3 days for each book (as my husband wanted me to know). I am a fast reader, but not that fast! And, as a dear friend was kind enough to point out, now I am hogging them from anyone else being able to read them.
But, ... I am happy in my excess. The stack on the bookshelf makes me feel happy. Is that gluttony? materialism? There is grace even for my literary gluttony.
By the way, the definition of "excess" is... the state or an instance of surpassing usual, proper, or specified limits; undue or immoderate indulgence
Describes it perfectly. And I am happy about it.
Showing posts with label Goudge (Elizabeth). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Goudge (Elizabeth). Show all posts
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
Goudge Quote
I think there are going to be a number of Goudge quotes here to encourage and inspire you. For one, because she's my new favorite and for two, because I ordered a slew of books from the library by her and that's all I be reading for now!
This is in regards to painters:
"The great masters, no matter how densely populated their canvases, never get a single figure there without deliberate intention."
as it is with God and us... each one of us was placed here and now by His deliberate intention....
This is in regards to painters:
"The great masters, no matter how densely populated their canvases, never get a single figure there without deliberate intention."
as it is with God and us... each one of us was placed here and now by His deliberate intention....
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
A Quote from Elizabeth Goudge 1948
From Pilgrim's Inn (also published as Herb of Grace), the second novel in the trilogy about Damerosehay.
John Adair had little liking for the simple life; he said it was not simple, but the most damnably complicated method of wasting time that had every existed. He liked a constant supply of hot water, a refrigerator, an elevator, an electric toaster, a telephone beside his bed, central heating and electric fires, and anything whatever that reduced the time spent upon the practical side of living to a minimum and left him free to paint.
But Sally [his daughter] did not want to be set free for anything, for it was living itself that she enjoyed. She liked lighting a real fire of logs and fir cones, and toasting bread on an old-fashioned toaster. And she liked the lovely curve of an old staircase and the fun of running up and down it. And she vastly preferred writing a letter and walking with it to the post to using the telephone and hearing with horror her voice committing itself to things she would never have dreamed of doing if she'd had the time to think. "It's my stupid brain," she said to herself. "I like the leisurely things, and taking my time about them. That's partly why I like children so much, I think. They're never in a hurry to get on to something else."
John Adair had little liking for the simple life; he said it was not simple, but the most damnably complicated method of wasting time that had every existed. He liked a constant supply of hot water, a refrigerator, an elevator, an electric toaster, a telephone beside his bed, central heating and electric fires, and anything whatever that reduced the time spent upon the practical side of living to a minimum and left him free to paint.
But Sally [his daughter] did not want to be set free for anything, for it was living itself that she enjoyed. She liked lighting a real fire of logs and fir cones, and toasting bread on an old-fashioned toaster. And she liked the lovely curve of an old staircase and the fun of running up and down it. And she vastly preferred writing a letter and walking with it to the post to using the telephone and hearing with horror her voice committing itself to things she would never have dreamed of doing if she'd had the time to think. "It's my stupid brain," she said to herself. "I like the leisurely things, and taking my time about them. That's partly why I like children so much, I think. They're never in a hurry to get on to something else."
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Elizabeth Goudge
I have discovered a new author, thanks to Sarah Clarkson (see Itinerant Idealist blog link). Goudge's wonderful, vivid language is thrilling to read. I have only read one but can't wait to get my hands on the rest of hers!! Old books like these are so superior to most of what's out there now. Happy Reading!
http://www.elizabethgoudge.com/biblio.html
http://www.elizabethgoudge.com/biblio.html
