Thursday, August 28, 2014

Never bargain with God

How could you? What assets do you have with which you could bargain. All your righteousnesses are as filthy rags. In Him we live and move and have our being. No, we cannot bargain with God, but we can get Him for his tender mercies.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Pain causes contortions

I am finding very quickly that physical pain causes the body to twist and contort its normal  structure to get away from the positions that cause the pain. Short-term that is not a problem, but if it goes on for very long it can lead to deformity.

So it is with emotional pain. The mind can twist away from pain just as much as the body does, and if that develops into a pattern, the result is some sort of emotional or mental deformity that can scar us for life, if not corrected.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Functioning with pain

The ability to concentrate and function somewhat normally with pain is a rare quality. I have seen some that have it, but I must confess I do not. And I have found that dealing with pain is very exhausting, even if you are not doing much physically.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Private Secretary TV show: "What Every Secretary Wants To Know"

This is a cute comedy program starring Ann Sothern as the private secretary of Don Porter, a talent agent. Porter is trying to get two of his proteges placed with Charles Evans in his production of Samson and Delilah. Evans' secretary has resigned, and his wife, Madge Blake, is trying to fill the job temporarily. Sothern maneuvers to get Porter appointed chairman of the opera dinner, so he can be close to Evans, She manages to wrangle the deal, of course.

Sothern was a clever comedienne and fit this role wonderfully well, even if she had the irritating habit of not completely closing her mouth.

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Blake

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Quite an insult!

You're the sort of dumb Isaac that couldn't find a bass drum in a telephone booth.

(from Leave It To Psmith, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Quite a compliment!

Liz, I've said it before, and I'll say it again. When it comes to the smooth stuff, old girl, you're the oyster's eye-tooth!"

(from Leave It To Psmith, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Dish-faced gazooni

This is an interesting insult hurled by Miss Peavy at the love of her life, Mr. Edward Cootes, in the P. G. Wodehouse novel, Leave It To Psmith. It makes one wonder what she might have called him if she had not loved him.

Don't ask names

There is something oddly furtive and shamedfaced in one's attitude toward people's names. It is as if we shrank from probing some hideous secret. We say to ourselves, "This pleasant stranger may be a Snooks or a Buggins. Better not inquire."

(from Leave It To Psmith, by Sir P. G. Wodehouse)

Unspoiled by success

"I think you are terribly conceited."

"Not at all," said Psmith. "Conceited? No, no. Success has not spoiled me."

"Have you had any success?"

"None whatever."

(from Leave It To Psmith, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Herbert the Turbot?

          "I was once offered a princely sum," went on Psmith, now floating happily along on the tide of his native exuberance, "to write a ballad for the Fishmonger's Gazette entitled, 'Herbert the Turbot,' But I was firm. I declined.
          "Indeed?" said Lord Emsworth.
          "One has one's self-respect," said Psmith.
          "Oh, decidedly," said Lord Emsworth.

(from Leave It To Psmith, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Oops,wrong flower!

          "I asked you to wear a pink chrysanthemum. So I could recognize you, you know."
          "I am wearing a pink chrysanthemum. I should have imagined that that was a fact that the most casual could hardly have overlooked."
          ""That thing?" The other gazed disparagingly at the flora decoration. "I thought it was some kind of cabbage. I meant one of those little what-d'you-may-call-its that people do wear in their buttonholes."
          "Carnation, possibly?"
          "Carnation! That's right!"
          Psmith removed the chrysanthemum and dropped it behind his chair. He looked at his companion reproachfully.
          "If you had studied botany at school, comrade," he said, "much misery might have been averted. I cannot begin to tell you the spiritual agony I suffered, trailing through the metropolis behind that shrub."

(from Leave It To Psmith, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Friday, August 22, 2014

Thanks, but no fish

I had to rise and partake of a simple breakfast at about four in the morning, after which I would make my way to Billingsgate Market and stand for some hours knee-deep in dead fish of every description. A jolly life for a cat, no doubt, but a bit too thick for a Shropshire Psmith. Mine, Miss Clarkson, is a refined and poetic nature. I like to be surrounded by joy and life, and I know nothing more joyless and deader than a dead fish. Multiply that dead fish by a million, and you have an environment which only a Dante could contemplate with equanimity. My uncle used to tell me that the way to ascertain whether a fish was fresh was to peer into its eyes. Could I spend the springtime of life staring into the eyes of a dead fish? No!

(from Leave It To Psmith, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Pacific Blackout (1941)

This is a spy movie set against the background of the Civilian Defense program during World War II. Robert Preston has been falsely accused of murder by Eva Gabor, a nightclub singer, and sentenced to death. During a practice blackout, he escapes from the authorities and begins to search for the real killer. While he is trying to get out of his handcuffs during the blackout, he is found by Martha O'Driscoll. For whatever reason, she believes his story and takes to him immediately. They manage to cut his handcuffs into so that he can move his hands. He tries to get her to leave so she does not share in his problems, but she is not to be denied, and sticks to him. They dodge capture in a series of close scrapes through the night. And they fall in love, naturally.

O'Driscoll goes to confront Gabor, but she will not tell her anything, because she is being threatened by a German agent that her mother and daughter in France would be harmed if she does not cooperate. O'Driscoll leaves to find Preston, and when they return, the girl is dead. They find themselves right in the middle of a spy plot to use real bombs in the fake air raid.

This is a pretty good spy thriller for a low-budget movie. Well worth the watching.

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A name for suffering

          "The last I heard about you was an announcement in the Morning Post that you were engaged to - I've forgotten the name, but I'm certain it wasn't Jackson."
          "Rollo Mountford."
          "Was it? Well, what has become of Rollo? You seem to have mislaid him. Did you break off the engagement?"
          "Well, it - sort of broke itself off. I mean, you see, I went and married Mike."
          "Eloped with him, do you mean?"
          "Yes."
          "Good heavens!"
          "I'm awfully ashamed about that, Eve. I supposed I treated Rollo awfully badly."
          "Never mind. A man with a name like that was made for suffering."

(from Leave It To Psmith, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

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Thursday, August 21, 2014

Wisdom about marriage from Louis Lamour

Long ago she had decided that marriage was not worth the trouble if one was married to any but the right man, and she was content to wait.

(from Taggart)

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