In which there are spies, damned spies, and heuristics

Nov 09, 2016 20:27

- Licensed to kill... or not: I was on the train to Brum and a middle-aged white man sat next to me with his laptop, which had a screensaver of Daniel Craig as James Bond, on which he was reading an educational module about Buddha. When he reached a question asking in what ways he identified with Buddha he let out a monumentally weary SIGH. Life's hard as a wannabe double-o agent!!1!! /needless to say he departed at University, lol

- Reading, books 2016, 189

175. Trade Me, by Courtney Milan, 2015, is respected romance novelist Courtney Milan versus the Rich Sexy Businessman trope. She wins, probably, and I can understand why she wanted to write this, but turns out I didn't need to read it. (3/5)

176. Design For Living, by Noel Coward, 1933, play script. (2/5)

• That odd moment in a play script when you realise Noel Coward just made the same joke about evolution that Douglas Adams made over four and a half decades later and it's funny in both contexts.

Leo: Better have some more Sherry.
Otto: I'm afraid it isn't very good Sherry.
Leo (scrutinizing the bottle): It ought to be good; it's real old Armadildo.
Otto: Perhaps we haven't given it a fair chance.
He holds out his glass; Leo refills it and his own.
Leo (raising his glass): Après moi le déluge!
Otto: Après both of us the deluge!
They drain their glasses.
Leo: I think I shall sit down now. I'm so terribly sick of standing up.
Otto: Human beings were never meant to stand up, in the first place. It's all been a grave mistake.

• The film of Design For Living is notoriously different from the play. My favourite parts are the business with everyone's legs in the first scene, and later the staging so that Thomas and George's declaration of undying love friendship is a literal balcony scene, lol.




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