Commonplace-book. Formerly Book of common places. orig. A book in which ‘commonplaces’ or passages important for reference were collected, usually under general heads; hence, a book in which one records passages or matters to be especially remembered or referred to, with or without arrangement. First usage recorded: 1578. - OED
Showing posts with label FFORDE. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FFORDE. Show all posts
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Fictional People
If you see someone unable to boil a kettle, open a sash window or understand he has an appalling haircut, it probably means he's fictional.
-Jasper Fforde, One of Our Thursdays is Missing
Friday, December 31, 2010
Alternative Energy Source
"Splendid! I just had an idea for a cheap form of power: by bringing pasta and antipasta together, we could be looking at the utter annihilation of ravioli and the liberation of vast quantities of energy. I safely predict that an average-size cannelloni would be able to power Swindon for over a year. Mind you, I could be wrong."
-Jasper Fforde, Thursday Next: First Among Sequels, 18.
-Jasper Fforde, Thursday Next: First Among Sequels, 18.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Tongue Twister
IRRELEVANT BENEVOLENT ELEPHANT
-Jasper Fforde, The Well of Lost Plots, 144.
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I think this would be a perfect band and/or blog-name...
-Jasper Fforde, The Well of Lost Plots, 144.
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I think this would be a perfect band and/or blog-name...
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Welcome to Jurisfiction
"Please," said a voice close by, "draw me a sheep!"
I looked down to see a young boy of no more than ten. He had curly golden locks and stared at me with an intensity that was, to say the least, unnerving.
"Please," he repeated, "draw me a sheep."
"You had better do as he asks," said a familiar voice close by. "Once he starts on you he'll never let it go."
It was Miss Havisham. I dutifully drew the best sheep I could and handed the result to the boy, who walked away, very satisfied with the result.
"Welcome to Jurisfiction," said Miss Havisham...
-Jasper Fforde, Lost in a Good Book, 285.
I looked down to see a young boy of no more than ten. He had curly golden locks and stared at me with an intensity that was, to say the least, unnerving.
"Please," he repeated, "draw me a sheep."
"You had better do as he asks," said a familiar voice close by. "Once he starts on you he'll never let it go."
It was Miss Havisham. I dutifully drew the best sheep I could and handed the result to the boy, who walked away, very satisfied with the result.
"Welcome to Jurisfiction," said Miss Havisham...
-Jasper Fforde, Lost in a Good Book, 285.
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