Good Morning from Castle Howard (a.k.a Brideshead)

Franz Kafka on an average Tuesday afternoon:

(Screen cap from Brideshead Revisited (1981))

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"Brideshead Revisited" by Evelyn Waugh

The review to this superb piece of literature has been sitting in my drafts for way too long now. This wonderful portrait of English pre- and post-war society is severely underrated and definitely deserves better... I hope you'll enjoy my humble critique!

Selenio “O God, make me good, but not yet.” (⚜️ 7 / 10) The roaring 20’s. In our mind, this decade trapped in between two world wars is characterized by its flamboyancy, self-indulgence, and unrestraint. Led by a generation that had not been quite old enough to fight in World War I (yet had been mature enough to understand all the tragedy and loss caused by it) and which was already sensing…

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‘Look,’ I whispered, ‘there’s Harold Acton.’

A tall plumpish young man loomed up, whom it was impossible to contemplate as an undergraduate; his umbrella was rolled cane-tight but no snugger than he was, into a long tube of a black overcoat with spilling from under it pleated trousers as wide as a skirt. As he advanced out of the swirling mist, it became clear that it was not just the weather, he was doing his own swirling. His advent was a sequence of hobble steps which seemed—his legs were of a good length—to be based on the ritual of some rompish religion; if his walk had not elegance, it would have been a waddle. He swayed to a standstill; in case his kind soft-coloured features might be mistaken for the face of youth, he had flanked them with a pair of long side-whiskers and topped them with a skittishly curled gray bowler. Bowing with the courtesy of another age and clime, he spoke, an English flawlessly italianated. 

‘I do most dreadfully beg your pardons this inclement night—though I have been resident a year, I find it too idio-tically diffi-cult to find my way about; I have been round Tom like a tee-toe-tum, too too madd-enning—where does our dear Dean hang out?’ 

He thanked me profusely, raised the bowler with a dazzling smile, and propelled himself Dean-ward, an Oriental diplomat off to leave a jeweled carte de visite. 

‘Jesus,’ said Evvers, ‘what's that?’ 

‘He's the Oxford aesthete,’ I informed him, ‘a Victorian, his rooms in Meadow are in lemon-yellow and he stands on his balcony and reads his poems through a megaphone to people passing, and he belongs to the Hypocrites Club with Brian Howard and Robert Byron and Evelyn Waugh and all that set; they call themselves the Post-War Generation and wear Hearts on their lapels as opposed to the pre-war Rupert Brooke lot who called themselves the Souls. They're supposed to eat new-born babies cooked in wine.’

—  Emlyn Williams, George: An Early Autobiography (1961)

I was in search of love in those days, and I went full of curiosity and the faint, unrecognized apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low door in the wall, which others, I knew, had found before me, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city.

— Brideshead Revisited (page 31)

Brideshead

- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

Ok while I’m on a tangent of just posting things you guys should listen to this compilation album it’s my favourite thing in the entire world and makes me feel so warm and joyous

Good Morning from Castle Howard (aka Brideshead) :)

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"Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all."

- Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

No one is ever holy without suffering.

- Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited