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Snatch Of Conversation [Nov. 3rd, 2018|11:16 am]
Tony Grist
My mother: I have a word in my head and I don't know what it means. "Shallot". Can you tell me.

Self: Well, it's one of two things- either a kind of onion- or it's a place in a poem by Tennyson: The Lady of Shallot. Do you know it? (fetches Collected Tennyson from bookshelf and starts to read aloud...)

"On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye...etc"

My Mother: Never heard of it.

[User Picture]From: halfmoon_mollie
2018-11-03 03:22 pm (UTC)
that clothe the fields and meet the sky
and through the field a road runs by
to many towered Camelot

love this poem.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2018-11-03 07:03 pm (UTC)
It's one of the greatest in the language.
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[User Picture]From: steepholm
2018-11-03 04:32 pm (UTC)
Oh dear. The mirror cracked from side to side.,,
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2018-11-03 07:05 pm (UTC)
I have little doubt she'd have known it once. I don't believe you could go through an early 20th century middle class education and not encounter it.
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