Quote of the Day
This one is from my favorite book, period: Dorothy Dunnett's "Checkmate," which is the sixth and final volume in the Lymond chronicles and is, bar none, the most romantic book I've ever read.
Francis Crawford of Lymond and Philippa Sommerville are my OTP to end all OTPs. He is a brilliant and tormented 16th century Scottish mercenary and diplomat, she is his English wife, clever, fun and warm, who nonetheless almost destoys him, because of the strength of his feeling for her (well, it being Dunnett, it's a lot more complicated than that).
So, here's the quote:
"I'm not infallible. You might, without my crediting it, fall deeply in love and for ever, with some warped hunchback whelped in the gutter. I should equally stop you from taking him."
She couldn't speak. Her breath wheezed in and out. With extreme deliberation, and indeed restraint and moderation as well, Philippa raised her glass and dashed it on the parquet. Crystals frosted the carpet between them, and the wine lay like blood.
Speech came back. "God in heaven," Philippa said. "Do you think that I care?"
He looked up from the mess. "I know you don't," Lymond said. His eyes were black, not blue. "But you must excuse the hunchback, who does."
*wails*
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Also, a complete nonsequitur, but when Serenity comes to DC, I wish it would come to the Uptown, because it has the biggest screen and the most hardcore fans :)
And check out crumpeteer calculating the ods on who (if anyone) will bite it in the movie. She is, as far as I know, unspoiled. Go here
Francis Crawford of Lymond and Philippa Sommerville are my OTP to end all OTPs. He is a brilliant and tormented 16th century Scottish mercenary and diplomat, she is his English wife, clever, fun and warm, who nonetheless almost destoys him, because of the strength of his feeling for her (well, it being Dunnett, it's a lot more complicated than that).
So, here's the quote:
"I'm not infallible. You might, without my crediting it, fall deeply in love and for ever, with some warped hunchback whelped in the gutter. I should equally stop you from taking him."
She couldn't speak. Her breath wheezed in and out. With extreme deliberation, and indeed restraint and moderation as well, Philippa raised her glass and dashed it on the parquet. Crystals frosted the carpet between them, and the wine lay like blood.
Speech came back. "God in heaven," Philippa said. "Do you think that I care?"
He looked up from the mess. "I know you don't," Lymond said. His eyes were black, not blue. "But you must excuse the hunchback, who does."
*wails*
----
Also, a complete nonsequitur, but when Serenity comes to DC, I wish it would come to the Uptown, because it has the biggest screen and the most hardcore fans :)
And check out crumpeteer calculating the ods on who (if anyone) will bite it in the movie. She is, as far as I know, unspoiled. Go here