Vox Hunt

Vox Hunt: Excerpt from One of My Favorites

Share a sentence from one of your favorite books.

I found I could not share only a sentence. There are just too many from which to choose. Instead, I offer passages I have reread many more times than I can count.

I like letters in books. Here are examples of two.

This first is an excerpt of a letter from a man to a woman, fellow poets, whose correspondence resulted in a brief physical relationship.


What a walk, in what a wind, never-to-be-forgotten. The clashing together of our umbrella-spines as we leaned to speak, and their hopeless tangling; the rush of air carrying our words away; the torn green leaves flying past, and on the brow of the hill the deer running and running against that labouring mounting mass of leaden cloud. Why do I tell you this, who saw it with me? To share the words too, as we shared the blast and the sudden silence when the wind briefly dropped. It was very much your world we walked in, your watery empire, with the meadows all drowned as the city of Is, and the trees all grown down from their roots as well as up—and the clouds swirling indifferently in both aerial and aquatic foliage...

Next week we shall walk again, shall we not, now it is very clear to you that I am no ogre, but only a mild and somewhat apprehensive gentleman?

And did you find—as I did—how curious, as well as very natural, it was that we should be so shy with each other, when in a papery way we knew each other so much better? I feel I have always known you, and yet I search for polite phrases and conventional enquiries—you are more mysterious in your presence (as I suppse most of us may be) than you seem to be in ink and scribbled symbols. (Perhaps we all are so. I cannot tell.)

...Let me know, if you are able, that you have received this first waiting-letter. Let me know how you are, and that we may meet again soon.

From Possession, by A. S. Byatt


This one is a letter from a man to the woman he could not have when they were both too young to overcome obstacles of the day regarding fortune and name. But they never forgot each other, and when they met years later, understood what they truly meant to each other.


I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in—

From Persuasion, by Jane Austen


Vox Hunt: The most useless thing on my desk

Show us the most useless thing on your desk.

Take your pick.

The container that came with a bottle of gin this winter, which is ostensibly on the desk to hold pens and pencils,


Kat's wind-up toy, which doesn't roll well because the wings are too heavy, along with two printer cartridges I haven't sent for recycling because they stopped including the little envelopes in the new packages,


Two Speed Racer cars, in honor of my first crush on a man, one of which makes screeching noises when you move it. 


Vox Hunt: On Writing

Book: Show us a book that has helped or inspired your writing.

Madeleine L'Engle is a Christian whom those on other paths can respect. She is truly a hero to me. Nearly all her books have inspired me, stories and meditations alike, but this one is specifically about creative energy, and it's a book I highly recommend to everyone I like.




Vox Hunt: Back In The Day

Show us a photo of you from when you were in grade school.

Here's me at 9, and 8, in school photos.

I don't know why someone didn't show me how to close my mouth over my teeth. They were so focused on getting me to smile, instead. Witlings. Anyway, I left the scan completely untouched--it's crooked because a careless kid did it for me. In the first picture, my mom had been sick with mononucleosis for many months--I think this is called glandular disease in Britain, something like that. Anyway, my dad cut my hair, badly, as you can see. Also, that top I'm wearing, (which we'd call a pinafore or jumper, completely different than either of those in Britain, again,) was one my mother made for me when I was 7. It was ankle length, made for a party. I wore it for several years, because I kept getting taller and taller, but no bigger around. In the 9 year-old photo, it was a short dress, and I wore it another year after that as a blouse-length smock. I just really liked it a lot.
 
The dress in the 8 year-old photo was also one of my favorites, and I believe it actually came to me used. It wasn't that I couldn't have new clothes; my mom was just very frugal, made many of my things, and wasn't averse to buying good pieces from thrift sales or consignment shops or whatever. I wore that dress with white clogs that had an ankle-strap.


I was always made fun of for my teeth. I had them straightened in my late teens, but they didn't stay straight. They're really unattractive now, difficult to care for, and I'm very unhappy about them. At least I know how to close my lips over them, though.


Vox Hunt: Shake It

Show us a Polaroid picture.

Some things to note, though. It has to be a url file name that ends in .jpg, .gif, or .png, so I don't think a Vox url will work. If you want to back up and do it again, you have to refresh the page. And set the angle to 0 degrees if you don't want a jaunty angle added to the picture. Then you, too, can recapture the glory of the days before digital technology rendered obsolete those poorly-exposed, soft-edged images bordered in white. Only better, because no Polaroid photo ever had as much clarity to it as this photo, shot with a medium-quality digital camera, using a night filter in bad lighting.

You can also do this with Photoshop, but my question is, why? I guess it's charming, or something. We still have a Polaroid camera around here somewhere, but the film has always been mad expensive.


Vox Hunt: Singalong Song

Audio: Share a song you can't help but sing along to.

Well, there's a zillion. I sing along to everything. I couldn't not sing along.

Here's one.

Peter Gunn (Max Sedgley Remix)
Max Sedgley & Sarah Vaughan

I would probably have also chosen "Forget Domani," by Connie Francis, but I did the dirty deed of buying that from iTunes so I can't share it here. I don't like buying songs from iTunes, but I was desperate for that one!



Vox Hunts and QotDs

I haven't really gotten the point of most of these this week. But while I am babysitting my computer charger, here's a little ketchup.

Favorite flavor of ice cream:

Chocolate Chip
Espresso Chip
Mint Chip
Cherry Chip

How many TVs in your house:

3

What modern book do you think will be read in high school by the next generation of kids:

She's Come Undone by Wally Lamb
Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro
That bee one. You know, the one. Not the other ones.

My phone, which was my birthday gift from LP:

My closet, which is a coat closet. I don't have many clothes, but most of them are in a dresser. They are also mostly solid colored, in the winter palette, or black or tan.

And there you go. I'm at 73%, and can move on to other things. Perhaps later I'll write something to share.




Vox Hunt: Summer Reading List

Books: Show us your summer reading list.
Submitted by marvel is my pen name.

I did used to make those...it's been awhile.

Number one, of course, is Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

In addition,

  • I want to finish Going Postal and Reaper Man by Terry Pratchett
  • Whatever my daughter brings home in the YA and light SciFi genres
  • I'd like to hunt down some out-of-print Rex Stouts that I haven't read in years. I think I have all the latest reprints, but there are more that weren't brought back.
  • I'll also likely run through Sayers and Wodehouse again, and a Trollope or two...
  • Oh! I would very much like to read The Murder Ballad, the second novel by that illimitable Voxer, Jane Hill (She also has a new one coming out later this year; as ever, published in the U.K. first.)




  • However, I have been working on several different pieces of writing of my own. If I do not finish one of them this summer, I will drown in tears of hopelessness come September, so I cannot extend the list to include many new entries; after all, I have at least one more year of homeschooling for which I'll need to prepare, and that takes up a goodly amount of time each August.