Fine but rather cold. Hares are mating. Saw sparrow-hawks courting in the air. Sowed carrots (short-horn) & parsnips, 1 row each. Can sow peas tomorrow.
16 eggs.
Fine but rather cold. Hares are mating. Saw sparrow-hawks courting in the air. Sowed carrots (short-horn) & parsnips, 1 row each. Can sow peas tomorrow.
16 eggs.
I detecta strong subliminal theme. Birds do it, bees do it, even the hares and the carrots and the peas are doing it…
Where is Eileen anyway?
Short-horn carrots, at that.
Now that Inside the Whale is a done deal, Orwell is marking time until the right moment arrives. [I am guessing that Eileen is still in London and I am assuming she is preparing for his arrival, maybe looking for a flat or…..]
I thought I would take a peek forward in time to his next essay (February ’41), The Lion and the Unicorn: Socialism and the English Genius. It begins with this sentence:
I’m going to have to read the rest of it. I could rely on Wikipedia’s short description of the opinions Orwell expressed in the essay, but I would rather form my own opinion of his opinions. I’ll try to keep them to myself. That’s quite a sentence, though…..