Sunday, February 7, 2010

Happy Birthday, Charles!

All the knives and forks were working away at a rate that was quite alarming; very few words were spoken; and everybody seemed to eat his utmost in self-defense, as if a famine were expected to set in before breakfast time to-morrow morning, and it had become high time to assert the first law of nature.

                             --Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit

                              Born February 7, 1812

Clearly, he knew my family.

Happy Birthday, and a toast, to my literary idol.


Chloe Pollack-Robbins said...

too true!

racheld said...

I cannot claim Dear Dickens as an absolute favorite, but he's always been a wonderful old standby WINTER read---nobody evokes roast goose and chilblains, and makes them so REAL, as he does.

I hope all is well in Little Compton (I ALWAYS think of Nick and Daisy and the Great Mr. G., in their West Egg lives when I think of LC----IS THERE a BIG Compton, or a Great one?).

Looking forward to see what you're cooking up for Spring---I imagine fiddleheads and wonderful fresh things just springing up from that fertile earth, and the blossoms which flourish such promises of that glorious fruit.

racheld said...

Jane, I hope all is well with you and yours---I've missed your cheery posts and your lovely cooking.

Enjoy your wonderful Springtime there, and do share some of it when you can.


Jane said...

Rachel, you most loyal and literate reader, thank you for staying in touch and letting me know LCM is valued. I will be back in the kitchen soon!