"Really, Poirot," I stammered, "I'm awfully glad. I suppose I've learnt a good deal from you one way or another-"
He shook his head. "Mais non, ce n'est pas ça. You have learnt nothing."
"Oh!" I said, rather taken aback.
"That is as it should be. No human being should learn from another. Each individual should develop his own powers to the uttermost, not try to imitate those of someone else. I do not wish you to be a second and inferior Poirot. I wish you to be the supreme Hastings. And you are the supreme Hastings."
-Thirteen at Dinner, Agatha Christie
(previously published as 'Lord Edgeware Dies')
Monday, January 30, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
'Did you not hear the song?' she asked, trembling.
'Suppose I did, how could that hurt me? It was the loveliest song I ever heard!'
'Yes, and after the song will come the apparation; and after that-after that--'
'I don't understand. Well-after that?'
-The Story of the Yara, The Brown Fairy Book, Andrew Lang
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
"YOU'RE GOOD FOR NOTHING, YOU PATHETIC FOSSIL! YOU CAN STAY DOWN THERE AND ROT FOR ALL I CARE, YOU STUPID OLD RELIC!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs as she slammed the living-room door with an almighty crash.
"That can't be good for the paintwork," Will said distantly.
-Tunnels, Roderick Gordon & Brian Williams