…this is why the Bodleian must be the best library on earth.

…this is why I think the Bodleian library must be the best library on earth: as Bibliodyssey pointed out today, this wonderful Oxford library has made a proportion of its manuscript images available to the general public : http://www.bodley.ox.ac.uk/medievalimages/. If you love medieval and renaissance manuscripts, this is a must-see. As you may have noticed,  I’m extremely fond of anything medieval, and especially of miniatures and bestiaries, and I think it’s wonderful that the Bodleian allows the general public all over the world to see some of the treasures it has aquired throughout the ages. There is a lot of history, beauty and wonder to be discovered on that site.    

(the library stamp was found in this google-books version of Crofton-Croker’s Fairy Legends and Traditions of the South of Ireland. The inscription reads “Dominus Illuminatio Mea” which means “The Lord is my light”, the motto of the university of Oxford.) 

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Just turn the key to the kingdom

I used to listen to this song as kid and I always thought of secrets and secret places and an intriguing, lonely young woman who held the keys to them. Little did I know that this song would in fact, become my anthem a couple of years later. And you gotta love Iva Davies’ voice.

Download the video from You Tube – in Win Media format don’t sweat it – here (the video was prepared by a YouTube user (Richie NJ – thank you!), it’s not the original video, but the song sounds perfect).

Visit the Icehouse site here.

The Kingdom – Icehouse

One Of Those Days
That Just Comes And Goes
It’s Not So Special
She Watches The Birds
That Rest On A Ledge
Outside Her Room
The Wallpaper Old And Faded
A Crack In The Window Pane
The Radio Just Keeps Playing
Playing That Same Old Song.

She Smiles To Herself
“they Think That I’m Strange…
…they Say I’m A Dreamer
…but I Don’t Complain,
Though I Don’t Have Much
To Call My Own.”
And She’s Not A Movie Star, No
And She’s Not A Beauty Queen
She’ll Tell You It Doesn’t Matter
’cause She’s Not The Only One
She Says,

“i Know A Place
Where I Keep The Best Of Things
I’m Not Gonna Wait
For My Piece Of Heaven.
Where There’s A Road
It Leads To The Promised Land
I Just Turn The Key
The Key To The
…kingdom…”

She Stares At The Page
Of A New Magazine, The Morning Papers
She Walks Into Town
And Catches A Show
If She Can Find The Time
And She’s Not A Movie Star, No
And She’s Not A Beauty Queen
She’ll Tell You It Doesn’t Matter
’cause She’s Not The Only One.
She Says,

“i Know A Place
Where I Keep The Best Of Things
I’m Not Gonna Wait
For My Piece Of Heaven
Where There’s A Road
It Leads To The Promised Land
I Just Turn The Key
The Key To The
…kingdom…”

When life suddenly becomes ironic and people dear to our hearts become a letdown

 

(Dorothy) Sayers’s frustrations in young adulthood were exacerbated by crises in her personal life.
One of the most traumatic incidents was her relationship with writer John Cournos.

They met in 1921 and Sayers became deeply committed to him. Cournos claimed to oppose marriage and having children on principle, but was willing to be Sayers’s lover if they used contraception. She refused, ending the affair in 1922 because she desired marriage and despised the anxieties of a clandestine relationship: “One can’t be ecstatic about something which involves telling lies to one’s charwoman!” (1:222)

Cournos had also scorned detective stories, even as Sayers was beginning to write them. She was thus wounded deeply to learn in 1924 that he had wed an American detective writer with two children.

Her letters to him following this discovery are the most poignant in these volumes, not only because of the specific suffering Cournos had caused Sayers, but also because these missives were one of the rare times that she gave full expression to her emotions.”

Touchstone Magazine, Article “Mind of a Maker” by Adam Schwartz – 2000, re-print 2007