August 31, 1938
By orwelldiaries
Morning very cold, warm & fine later.
Tags: weather
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August 31, 2008 at 1:39 pm
Our spirits, as well as the physical world, would be appreciably different if Orwell had not existed.
Blair wrote nearly such a sentence about H. G. Wells.
But i believe it applies particularly to him for our times.
August 31, 2008 at 4:43 pm
Agreed, Gilles Mioni!
August 31, 2008 at 4:50 pm
I would have to agree with that sentiment.
I’m enjoying reading his journals so far, even tho he’s mainly writing about topics most people would consider rather trivial. Blair was truly a man ahead of his time. The ahead of his time part comes through in his published works, seeing how he conducted his day to day affairs tells us about the man.
August 31, 2008 at 7:59 pm
nice on on 31th.
just liek there was nothign more important than this, mayeb he wrote for us tolookand the around with more accurate…
August 31, 2008 at 8:49 pm
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August 31, 2008 at 9:49 pm
It is nice to see British people, or at least Orwell, to be just as obsessed by the weather as us Swedes. Could it be all the rain creating this weather neuroses?
August 31, 2008 at 9:58 pm
dude loves weather
August 31, 2008 at 11:07 pm
Much thunder; heavy showers; Cloudy all day; warm and muggy; Picked enough blackberries to make a pie; pips stuck in teeth.
August 31, 2008 at 11:58 pm
A poor effort, in my opinion; that must be a whole page of diary wasted on one line about the weather.
Really, Mr Orwell, try harder, that’s the way.
A little bit of effort, and you’d soon find something to fill that page. How about your breakfast? I often find the quality of provisions from some of our local tradesmen affords me several lines of comment.
Well, perhaps you just had an empty day, which goes to show that being an eminent individual doesn’t make your life one long round of incident.
Carrie and I are simple folk, but I’ll wager we never had a day as uneventful as Mr Orwell’s seems to have been.
Sent back mutton chops to Hodges, with a note asking him not to trouble us again.
September 1, 2008 at 12:15 am
George~~
Better get a candle, it’ll be dark soon.
Oh, and didn’t I just see you in real-time with your ScrappleFace on!?!
September 1, 2008 at 3:43 pm
George,
the spoonerism I prefer in french is : “il fait beau et chaud” means : it’s fine and warm.
The result is : “il fait cheau et baud = il fait chaud et beau” means : it’s warm and fine.
But in France nobody knows why I laugh. Do you ?
September 1, 2008 at 11:52 pm
For the guy who wants to read about breakfast and cookery read this awesome Orwel article:
http://www.theorwellprize.co.uk/life-and-work/media.aspx?category=385&item=387