1984 (2,5) The Old Man

While we are back at the love nest, Orwell gives us another sweep at Mr. Charrington, and plays with the reader a little with some subtle foreshadowing.

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He usually stopped to talk with Mr Charrington for a few minutes on his way upstairs. The old man seemed seldom or never to go out of doors, and on the other hand to have almost no customers. He led a ghostlike existence between the tiny, dark shop, and an even tinier back kitchen where he prepared his meals and which contained, among other things, an unbelievably ancient gramophone with an enormous horn. He seemed glad of the opportunity to talk. Wandering about among his worthless stock, with his long nose and thick spectacles and his bowed shoulders in the velvet jacket, he had always vaguely the air of being a collector rather than a tradesman. With a sort of faded enthusiasm he would finger this scrap of rubbish or that -- a china bottle-stopper, the painted lid of a broken snuffbox, a pinchbeck locket containing a strand of some long-dead baby's hair -- never asking that Winston should buy it, merely that he should admire it. To talk to him was like listening to the tinkling of a worn-out musical-box. He had dragged out from the corners of his memory some more fragments of forgotten rhymes. There was one about four and twenty blackbirds, and another about a cow with a crumpled horn, and another about the death of poor Cock Robin. 'It just occurred to me you might be interested,' he would say with a deprecating little laugh whenever he produced a new fragment. But he could never recall more than a few lines of any one rhyme.

-- 1984
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Of course, Charrington really is more of a collector than a shop owner, a collector of lost souls, we might say, the spider toying with the fly.

1984 (2,5) The Old Man

While we are back at the love nest, Orwell gives us another sweep at Mr. Charrington, and plays with the reader a little with some subtle foreshadowing.

_ _ _

He usually stopped to talk with Mr Charrington for a few minutes on his way upstairs. The old man seemed seldom or never to go out of doors, and on the other hand to have almost no customers. He led a ghostlike existence between the tiny, dark shop, and an even tinier back kitchen where he prepared his meals and which contained, among other things, an unbelievably ancient gramophone with an enormous horn. He seemed glad of the opportunity to talk. Wandering about among his worthless stock, with his long nose and thick spectacles and his bowed shoulders in the velvet jacket, he had always vaguely the air of being a collector rather than a tradesman. With a sort of faded enthusiasm he would finger this scrap of rubbish or that -- a china bottle-stopper, the painted lid of a broken snuffbox, a pinchbeck locket containing a strand of some long-dead baby's hair -- never asking that Winston should buy it, merely that he should admire it. To talk to him was like listening to the tinkling of a worn-out musical-box. He had dragged out from the corners of his memory some more fragments of forgotten rhymes. There was one about four and twenty blackbirds, and another about a cow with a crumpled horn, and another about the death of poor Cock Robin. 'It just occurred to me you might be interested,' he would say with a deprecating little laugh whenever he produced a new fragment. But he could never recall more than a few lines of any one rhyme.

-- 1984
_ _ _

Of course, Charrington really is more of a collector than a shop owner, a collector of lost souls, we might say, the spider toying with the fly.

From Atheist to Catholic

I have recently been engaged in a Christian debate over the importance of the church in Christianity and in faith. Being agnostic, and like most non-religious people, I rather downplayed the significance of the church, as it is easy to feel that if there is anything to be taken from Christianity, its churches really muddy the waters and tend to make people averse to Christianity, whether it is the pedophile ring that has been running in the Catholic Church, or the oppressive nature of America's fundamentalist churches trying to proscribe our freedoms and choices. Though, I understand that for the truly faithful, the church is a critical part of the life, as it is through the church that one's faith becomes social and therefore more real. In any case, I have come across an interesting article about an atheist's conversion to full-out Catholicism that I wish to keep and share.

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From Atheist to Catholic

I have recently been engaged in a Christian debate over the importance of the church in Christianity and in faith. Being agnostic, and like most non-religious people, I rather downplayed the significance of the church, as it is easy to feel that if there is anything to be taken from Christianity, its churches really muddy the waters and tend to make people averse to Christianity, whether it is the pedophile ring that has been running in the Catholic Church, or the oppressive nature of America's fundamentalist churches trying to proscribe our freedoms and choices. Though, I understand that for the truly faithful, the church is a critical part of the life, as it is through the church that one's faith becomes social and therefore more real. In any case, I have come across an interesting article about an atheist's conversion to full-out Catholicism that I wish to keep and share.

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Love

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”

-- Lao Tzu

Not that I'd know.

Love

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”

-- Lao Tzu

Not that I'd know.