Showing posts with label fruit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fruit. Show all posts

Sunday, 9 August 2015

She doesn't really like fruit at all


'I'm beginning to wonder if I wasn't a bit impetuous offering him the job just like that. But then that's what I'm like – you ask Mother. One day I bought six pomegranates on the way home – imagine it, six! We didn't know what to do with them. Of course Mother doesn't like anything with seeds, or anything foreign, come to that. She doesn't really like fruit at all.'
An Unsuitable Attachment (1963/1982)
Barbara Pym

I wrote a little about why I love Barbara Pym here.

Saturday, 14 June 2014

pineapple

Pineapple is great. She is almost too transcendent -- a delight if not sinful, yet so like sinning that really a tender conscienced person would do well to pause -- too ravishing for mortal taste, she woundeth and excoriateth the lips that approach her - like lovers' kisses she biteth - she is a pleasure bordering on pain, from the fierceness and insanity of her relish.

Charles Lamb, Essays of Elia [1823]

(more on pineapple themes in books here)