Tuesday 3 July 2012

Mirabile dictu

Ernest Walter Saunders is a former British Business manager, best known as one of the “Guinness Four,” a group of businessmen who attempted fraudulently to manipulate the share price of the Guinness company. He was sentenced to five years’ imprisonment, but released after 10 months as he was believed to be suffering from Alzheimer’s Disease, which is incurable. He subsequently made a full recovery.

Wikipedia

Monday 2 July 2012

I'm glad he didn't lie

"I'm not going to lie, it can be fun throwing money over a naked midget in one of the most famous gangster strip clubs in America," he offers, sagely. "But after a while, throwing money around is not sensible, even if the midget is willing."

Dizzee Rascal in an interview in The Guardian

Monday 14 May 2012

Yes, I've done that

I sat on the metal guardrail, trying to find the padding in my buttocks.

John Haskell, American Purgatorio

Overheard on Radio 4

"It's always good to have a back up plan when it comes to Giant Pandas"

OK, not strictly speaking a Beautifully Put, but I had to share.

Tuesday 3 April 2012

Ah, the old country

"The IRA had their deluded sugar daddies drinking Guinness in Bostonian Plastic-Paddy theme pubs, but they weren't unique. Every festering little conflict on the planet had its overseas fanclub, ex-pats or second-generation romantics trying to buy a sense of their own fading ethnicity as the world threateneed to homogenise around them."


Christopher Brookmyre, A big boy did it and ran away

Tuesday 20 March 2012

Not as harsh as it looks

The Queens staff conspire to put an end to her newly-found habit of book-reading by packing her bookworm page, Norman, off on a prestigious course on writing literature. They don't tell her where he's gone, so she has no reason not to believe that, like all the other disappearances in her life, he is not dead.

"Norman of course had not died, just gone to the University of East Anglia, though, as the equerries saw it, this was much the same thing"

Alan Bennett, The Uncommon Reader

Sunday 18 March 2012

The joy of parenthood

At best, there's lots of hard work and deprivation.

Dr Benjamin Spock, Baby and Childcare.

Tuesday 6 March 2012

The kindness of strangers

One of a pair of murderous killers-for-hire has met a woman he likes. As he's about to leave town, he decides to leave her something, handing it to a prostitute his brother Charlie had been with the night before for safekeeping...

"I pressed a hundred dollars into her hand. 'I want you to give this to her when she comes back.'

She stared at the money. 'Jesus Christ on a cloud.'

'I will return in two weeks' time. If I find she has not received it, there will be a price to pay, do you understand me?'

'Mister, I was just standing in the hall here.'

I held up a double eagle. 'This is for you.'

She dropped the coin into her pocket. Peering down the hall in the direction Charlie had gone, she asked, 'I don't suppose your brother'll be leaving me a hundred.'

'No, I don't suppose he will.'

You got all the romantic blood, is that it?'

'Our blood is the same, we just use it differently.'

I turned and walked away. A half-dozen steps, and she asked, 'You want to tell me what she did for this?'

I stopped and thought. I told her, 'She was pretty, and kind to me.'

And the poor whore's face, she just did not know what to think about that. She went back into her room, slammed the door shut, and shrieked two times.

Patrick de Witt, The Sisters Brothers

Thursday 1 March 2012

It's the heat

"On the path, the heat of my own body hung heavily about me, suffocating, and the humidity was so thick that to breathe was almost to drink."


Edward Docx, The Devil's Garden,

Monday 20 February 2012

Because you're super

"Part of the problem with finding your superhero name is that it may refer to something you don't like about yourself. It may actually be the part of yourself you hate the most, would pay money to get rid of. Certainly the Perfectionist had a hard time coming to terms with her superpower. The Gambler, One Night and Brutally Honest all spent years accepting their superpowers.

The final stage of finding your superhero name is accepting how little difference it really makes. Okay, there's this one thing you can do, a thing you can do like no other person on the planet. That makes you special, but being special really doesn't mean anything. You still have to get dressed in the morning. Your shoelaces still break. Your lover will still leave you if you don't treat her right."


Andrew Kaufman, All My Friends Are Superheroes

Tuesday 31 January 2012

Him

You know you're going to have fun with a new book when you find a Beautifully Put on the first page (ok, after the prologue, but you get the idea). Here are two of my favourite authors talking about Him upstairs...

"God moves in extremely mysterious, not to say circuitous, ways. God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players*, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules and who smiles all the time."

*ie., everybody 


Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, Good Omens

Monday 30 January 2012

On surviving hardship

“He had returned from his years on the Russian front with one important souvenir: the inability to get worked up about things that weren't three years on the Russian front.” 

Tibor Fischer, Under The Frog.

Sunday 29 January 2012

The curse of the working classes

By midnight he had drunk himself into a stupor and was wondering why he had not done so earlier. He felt very relaxed and kept forgetting who he was. Which was good.

He went to the bathroom, relieved himself, staggered back to the bedroom and collapsed on to the eiderdown. His brain felt emptier than it had done at any other time in the past few months. The thought occurred to him that he could become an alcoholic. And at this precise moment it seemed a not unreasonable solution to his problems.

Mark Haddon, A Spot of Bother

Life, or something like it

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid.

Charles Bukowski: Pulp: A Novel

Wednesday 25 January 2012

The essence of banking

Montagu Norman, head of the Bank of England and considered to be one of the most powerful bankers in the world, summing up in 1948 his career and the work of his colleagues over his lifetime...


"As I look back, it now seems that, with all the thought and work and good intentions, which we provided, we achieved absolutely nothing."

Liaquat Ahamed, Lords of Finance: 1929, The Great Depression, and the Bankers who Broke the World

Tuesday 24 January 2012

On Italian Drivers

"Driving in Italy made me nervous. People steered cars as if they were horses. They didn't think in terms of roads, but in terms of where they wanted to go: a road was where someone else wanted you to go, a road was an insult. I admired this attitude, as long as I wasn't driving."

Margaret Atwood,  Lady Oracle