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!Mira que luna! Look at that moon! Resources for learning English

!Mira que luna! Look at that moon! Resources for learning English
Fernando Olivera: El rapto.- TEXT FROM THE NOVEL The goldfinch by Donna Tartt (...) One night we were in San Antonio, and I was having a bit of a melt-down, wanting my own room, you know, my dog, my own bed, and Daddy lifted me up on the fairgrounds and told me to look at the moon. When "you feel homesick", he said, just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go". So after he died, and I had to go to Aunt Bess -I mean, even now, in the city, when I see a full moon, it's like he's telling me not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am. She kissed me on the nose. Or where you are, puppy. The center of my earth is you". The goldfinch Donna Tartt 4441 English edition

Monday, June 25, 2012

THE GERNSAY LITERARY POTATO AND PEEL PIE SOCIETY 02


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From Sidney to Juliet
Miss Juliet Ashton
23 Glebe Place
Chelsea
London SW3
10th January 1946
Dear Juliet,
Congratulations! Susan Scott said you took to the audience at the luncheon like a drunkard drunkard - a chronic drinkerto rum – and
they to you – so please stop worrying about your tour next week. I have no doubt of your success.
Having witnessed your electrifying performance of ‘The Shepherd Boy Sings in the Valley of
Humiliation’ eighteen years ago, I know you will have every listener coiled around your little finger within
moments. A hint perhaps in this case you should refrain from throwing the book at the audience
afterwards.
Susan is looking forward to ushering you through bookshops from Bath to Yorkshire. And of course,
Sophie is agitating for an extension of the tour into Scotland. I’ve told her in my most infuriating olderbrother
manner that It Remains To Be Seen. She misses you terribly, I know, but Stephens & Stark
must be impervious to such considerations.
I’ve just received Izzy’s sales figures from London and the Home Counties – they are excellent.
Again, congratulations!
Don’t fret about English Foibles; better that your enthusiasm should die now than after six months
spent writing about bunnies.
The crass commercial possibilities of the idea were attractive, but I agree that the topic would soon
grow horribly fey. Another subject – one you’ll like – will occur to you.
Dinner one evening before you go? Say when.
Love,
Sidney
P.S. You write charming little notes.E

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