Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Death and Her Welcoming Arms

I have the flu. I feel grotty (thank you British people for such a perfect word), am coughing all over everything and every joint in my body aches. Death sounds like a long, lovely nap. Alas, what is a Betty to do?

"...fresh lemonade, nourishing broth and...nothing, nothing else at all. Won't hurt a butt...BIT, I mean, bit."
One of the nicest things about The Canon is that there is a book for every malady, and "Matilda's Wedding" is the best one about the flu. It's got everything--heroic self-denial, slipping into a faint, shots on the bum(!). Of course, there are nicer parts too:
 

Matilda Paige, aware that she was being studied, watched the man on the other side of the desk in her turn. A very large man, in his thirties, she guessed. Handsome, with a commanding nose and a thin mouth and hooded eyes and dark hair streaked with silver. She had no intention of being intimidated by him but she thought that anyone timid might be. A calm, quiet girl by nature, she saw no reason to stand in awe of him. Besides, since the moment she had set eyes on him, not half an hour ago, she had fallen in love with him...
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5 comments:

  1. Betty van den BetsyOctober 16, 2015 at 4:46 AM

    SKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

    Not that you're sick, of course -- just that you're back. How wonderful to see you again. Please explain to the group what could possibly be distracting you from committing 100% of your post-recovery time to the 'Dress?

    And who is Betty Cathy, commenter on the previous post, when she's at home? Will you share your backstory and etc? Like how and when you discovered La Neels, favorite books/tropes/solecisms?

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    1. Betty AnonymousOctober 16, 2015 at 8:20 AM

      Squeeeeee! You're back too! Good to see you! :o)

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    2. Betty AnonymousOctober 16, 2015 at 9:02 AM

      I hope your flu is a thing of the past, and it that it helped that Mijnheer van Voorhees brought cups of tea over to the couch whereupon you lay recuperating, cups of tea and the tasty little meals that his housekeeper, cough, cough, pledges #1+2 prepared for you, and also the occasional bowl of custard (jello pudding) that the Demon Baby of Bethany procured for you from the deep recesses of your fridgidaire.

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  2. Betty Lea van den Woodard-BrockNovember 2, 2015 at 12:17 PM

    I JUST read "Matilda's Wedding" for the first time last night, what coincidence! I hope you are feeling better by now.

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  3. Betty Lea van den Woodard-BrockNovember 2, 2015 at 12:17 PM

    I JUST read "Matilda's Wedding" for the first time last night, what coincidence! I hope you are feeling better by now.

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