tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156867803451235282.post2679562066068589840..comments2023-10-09T04:45:43.891-07:00Comments on and then, and then: DaisyDaniel Gohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13177637203724062390noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156867803451235282.post-77398406456902434942010-11-22T17:39:41.207-08:002010-11-22T17:39:41.207-08:00Dear Erudite Anon: Yes, thank god google indeed! H...Dear Erudite Anon: Yes, thank god google indeed! How did we manage to get anything done back in the day?Daniel Gohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13177637203724062390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156867803451235282.post-27837168952683838962010-11-22T03:36:38.745-08:002010-11-22T03:36:38.745-08:00you're welcome & we should all give thanks...you're welcome & we should all give thanks to the all-mighty god Google. :)<br /><br />and yes it's very fast - and it rather reveals what a heartless girl Daisy really is, the speed with which she can get past the letter and not let it stand in her way & the wedding. Daisy is not at all the innocent damsel-in-distress that she is so often mistaken to be. <br /><br />chills - Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156867803451235282.post-47444241654370963142010-11-21T16:26:25.387-08:002010-11-21T16:26:25.387-08:00Dear Erudite Anon: Thanks for finding this passage...Dear Erudite Anon: Thanks for finding this passage! Exactly it - almost a short story in itself. From cold bath to south seas in two paragraphs. Delicious, and very fast.Daniel Gohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13177637203724062390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156867803451235282.post-30361937207808569002010-11-19T22:18:36.309-08:002010-11-19T22:18:36.309-08:00what an ice-cold bath & a few good sniffs of t...what an ice-cold bath & a few good sniffs of the spirit of ammonia can do for a girl, even a very drunk one:<br /><br /><i>I was bridesmaid. I came into her room half an hour before the bridal dinner, and found her lying on her bed as lovely as the June night in her flowered dress — and as drunk as a monkey. she had a bottle of Sauterne in one hand and a letter in the other.<br /><br />“‘Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156867803451235282.post-64894107977753450682010-11-19T18:09:30.096-08:002010-11-19T18:09:30.096-08:00Dear Beauty: Just be very grateful that Baz Luhrme...Dear Beauty: Just be very grateful that Baz Luhrmen didn't cast Nicole (his fave) as Daisy! I'm sure the thought crossed his mind. Dear TK: One of my favourite 'american' books, if you know what i mean?Daniel Gohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13177637203724062390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156867803451235282.post-489595466448734252010-11-19T06:40:54.231-08:002010-11-19T06:40:54.231-08:00i'm teaching it next year! TK.i'm teaching it next year! TK.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156867803451235282.post-68392284637289477202010-11-19T04:48:02.852-08:002010-11-19T04:48:02.852-08:00Mia so owned the role i can't see carey in it....Mia so owned the role i can't see carey in it. BeautyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156867803451235282.post-59916315767127306542010-11-17T16:39:08.423-08:002010-11-17T16:39:08.423-08:00Dear Erudite Anon: There is yet another - I can...Dear Erudite Anon: There is yet another - I can't find it now - about Daisy having a crying fit in her bath, something about a letter, a pearl necklace and then swiftly getting married. Papa Hemingway isn't generous to a fault, I must say. Even his strangely worded praise for Fitzgerald in TMF is laced with backhanded insults. <br />As for Leo - you do mean he's a trifle grizzled don&Daniel Gohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13177637203724062390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156867803451235282.post-59482491336487927982010-11-17T03:42:42.795-08:002010-11-17T03:42:42.795-08:00that is decidedly one of my fave passages. the oth...that is decidedly one of my fave passages. the other one is this:<br /><br /><i>The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house. I must have stood forAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com