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Oplysninger fra den engelske Almen Viden Redigér teksten, så den bliver dansk. Ensanguining the skies How heavily it dies Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound Not further to be found How hopeless underground Falls the remorseful day (A.E. Housman, More Poems, XVI)
When I wrote my 1997 letter I thought I had little to look forward to in 1998, but it turns out that I was stupidly optimistic (David MacKenzie, On the Dole in Darlington) Prolegomenon As o'er me now thy lean'st thy breast, With launder'd bodice crisply pressed, Lief I'd prolong my grievous ill-- Wert thou my guardian angel still. (Edmund Raikes, 1537-65, The Nurse) Chapter 1 You holy Art, when all my hope is shaken, And through life's raging tempest am I drawn, You make my heart with warmest love to waken, As if into a better world reborn. (From An Die Musik, translated by Basil Swift) Chapter 2 When Napoleon's eagle eye flashed down the list of officers proposed for promotion, he was wont to scribble in the margin against any particular name: "Is he lucky, though?" (Felix Kirkmarkham, The Genius of Napoleon) Chapter 3 Which of you shall have a friend and shalt go unto him at midnight and say unto him, Friend, lend me three loaves. And he from within shall answer and say, Trouble me not: the door is now shut; I cannot rise and give thee. I say unto you, though he will not rise and give him, because he is his friend, yet because of his importunity he will rise and give him as many as he needeth. (St. Luke, ch. XI, vv. 5-8) Chapter 4 He and the sombre, silent Spirit met-- They knew each other both for good and ill; Such was their power, that neither could forget His former friend and future foe; but still There was a high, immortal, proud regret In either's eye, as if 'twere less their will Than destiny to make the eternal years Their date of war, and their "Champ Clos" the spheres. (Byron, The Vision of Judgment, XXXII) Chapter 5 In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is King. (Afghan proverb) Chapter 6 The English country gentleman galloping after a fox -- the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable. (Oscar Wilde) Chapter 7 Whoever could possibly confuse "Traffic Lights" and "Driving License"? You could! Just stand in front of your mirror tonight and mouth those two phrases silently to yourself. (Lynne Dubin, The Limitations of Lip-reading) Chapter 8 Bankers are just like anybody else, Except richer. (Ogden Nash, I'm a Stranger Here Myself) Chapter 9 He looked at me with eyes I thought I was not like to find. (A. E. Housman, More Poems, XLI) Chapter 10 He was a self-made man who owed his lack of success to nobody. (Joseph Heller, Catch-22) Chapter 11 Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast, For you have seen him open 't. Read o'er this; And after, this: and then to breakfast with What appetite you have. (Shakespeare, Henry VIII) Chapter 12 Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect Some frail memorial still erected nigh, With uncouth rhimes and shapeless sculpture deck'd, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. (Thomas Gray, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard) Chapter 13 Ponderanda sunt testimonia, non numeranda. (All testimonies aggregate Not by their number, but their weight) (Latin proverb) Chaper 14 The man who says to one, go, and he goeth, and to another, come, and he cometh, has, in most cases, more sense of restraint and difficulty than the man who obeys him. (John Ruskin, The Stones of Venice) Chapter 15 I have received no more than one or two letters in my life that were worth the postage. (Henry Thoreau) Chapter 16 The vilest deeds like poison weeds Bloom well in prison-air, It is only what is good in Man That wastes and withers there: Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate. And the warder is Despair. (Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol) Chapter 17 What is it that roareth thus? Can it be a Motor Bus? All this noise and hideous hum Indicat Motorem Bum. (Anon.) Chapter 18 Any fool can tell the truth; but it requires a man of some sense to know how to lie well. (Samuel Butler) Chapter 19 It's good to hope; it's the waiting that spoils it. (Yiddish proverb) Chapter 20 Then said the Jews unto him, Thou art not yet fifty years old, and hast thou seen Abraham? Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Before Abraham was, I am. (The Gospel according to St. John, ch. VII, vv. 57, 58) Chapter 21 BURMA (Be Undressed Ready My Angel) (An acronym frequently printed on the backs of envelopes posted to sweethearts by servicement about to go on leave, or by prisoners about to be released.) Chapter 22 . . . a mountain range of Rubbish, like an old volcano, and its geological foundation was Dust, Coal-dust, vegetable-dust, bone-dust, crockery-dust, rough dust, and sifted dust -- all manner of Dust in the accumulated Rubbish. (Dickens, Our Mutual Friend) Chapter 23 A novel, like a beggar, should always be kept "moving on." Nobody knew this better than Fielding, whose novels, like most good ones, are full of inns. (Augustine Birrell, The Office of Literature) Chapter 24 In many an Oxfordshire Ale-house the horseshoe is hung upside-down, in the form that is of an Arch or an Omega. This age-old custom (I have been convincingly informed) is not to allow the Luck to run out but to prevent the Devil building up a nest therein. (D. Small, A Most Complete Guide to the Hostelries of the Cotswolds) Chapter 25 Sometimes it is that searchers spot The kind of thing they'd rather not. (Lessing, Nathan der Weise) Chapter 26 UNDERGRADUATE: But you're blowing up the wrong tyre, sir. It's the back one that's flat. DON: Goodness me! You mean the two of them are not connected? (Freshman seeking to assist his tutor outside Trinity College, Oxford) Chapter 27 In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon, All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. (Tennyson, The Lotus-eaters) Chapter 28 Alas, poor Yorick! -- I knew him, Horatio. (Shakespeare, Hamlet) Chapter 29 CALIPH: And now how shall we employ the time of waiting for our deliverance? JAFAR: I shall meditate upon the mutability of human affairs. MASRUR: And I shall sharpen my sword upon my thigh. HASSAN: And I shall study the pattern of this carpet. CALIPH: Hassan, I will join thee: Thou art a man of taste. (James Elroy Flecker, Hassan) Chapter 30 Often would the deaf man know the answers had he but the faculty of hearing the questions. Likewise would the unimaginative man guess wisely at the answers had he but the wit of posing to himself the appropriate questions. (Viscount Mumbles, from Essays on the Imagination) Chapter 31 His voice was angry: "What time do you call this?" She stood penitently on the doorstep: "Sorry!" "Where've you parked?" (It was the decade's commonest question in Oxford.) "Exactly. I just couldn't find a parking space anywhere." (Terry Benczik, Still Life with Absinthe) Chapter 32 Should any young or old officer experience incipient or actual signs of vomiting at the sight of some particularly harrowing scene of crime the said person should not necessarily attribute such nausea to some psychological vulnerability, but rather to the virtually universal reflex-reactions of the upper intestine. (The SOCO Handbook, Revised 1999) Chapter 33 For the good are always the merry, Save by an evil chance. And the merry love the fiddle, And the merry love to dance:
And when the folk there spy me, They will all come up to me, With "Here is the fiddler of Dooney!" And dance like a wave of the sea. (W. B. Yeats, The Fiddler of Dooney) Chapter 34 Sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt. (Always in life are there tears being shed for things, and human suffering ever touches the heart.) (Virgil, Aeneid, I, I. 462) Chapter 35 The trouble about always trying to preserve the health of the body is that it is so difficult to do without destroying the health of the mind. (G. K. Chesterton) Chapter 36 Dr. Franklin shewed me that the flames of two candles joined give a much stronger light than both of them separate; as is made very evident by a person holding the two candles near his face, first separate, and then joined in one. (Joseph Priestley, Optiks) Chapter 37 Careless talk costs lives. (Second World War slogan)
I think men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage. They've experienced pain and bought jewelry. (Rita Rudner) Chapter 38 All persons are puzzles until at last we find in some word or act the key to the man, to the woman; straightaway all their past words and actions lie in light before us. (Emerson, Journals) Chapter 39 Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people? A: All of my autopsies are performed on dead people. (Reported in the Massachusetts Lawyers' Journal) Chapter 40 Odd instances of strange coincidence are really not all that odd perhaps. (Queen Caroline's advocate, speaking in the House of Lords) Chapter 41 But when he once attains the utmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend. (Shakespeare, Julius Caesar) Chapter 42 And what is the use of a book without pictures or conversations? (Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland) Chapter 43 For coping with even one quarter of that running course known as "Marathon" -- for coping without frequent halts for refreshment or periodic bouts of vomiting -- a man has to dedicate one half of his useful years to quite intolerable training and endurance. Such dedication is not for me. (Diogenes Small, 1797-1805, The Joys of Occasional Idleness) Chapter 44 CLINTON WINS ON BUDGET, BUT MORE LIES AHEAD (From USA's Best Newspaper Headlines, 1997) Chapter 45 Nunquam ubi sub ubi! Chapter 46 For the clash between the Classical and the Gothic revivals, visitors might go to the top end of Beaumont Street and compare the Greek glory of the Ashmolean on the left with the Gothic push of the Randolph Hotel on the right. (Jan Morris, Oxford) Chapter 47 Different things can add up in different ways whilst reaching an identical solution, just as "eleven plus two" forms an anagram of "twelve plus one". (Margot Gleave, A Classical Education) Chapter 48 We trust we are not guilty of sacrilege in suggesting that the teaching of Religious Knowledge in some schools would pose an almighty challenge even for the Almighty Himself. (From the introduction to Religious Education in Secondary Schools, 1967-87, HMSO) Chapter 49 "God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus!-- Why look'st thou so?" -- "With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross." (Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner) Chapter 50 I can't tell a lie -- not even when I hear one. (John Bangs, 1862-1922) Chapter 51 Once cheated, wife or husband feels the same; and where there's marriage without love, there will be love without marriage. (Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard's Almanack) Chapter 52 With a gen'rous ol' pal who will pick up the tab It's always real cool in a nice taxi-cab. (J. Willington Spoole, Mostly on the Dole) Chapter 53 At which period there were gentlemen and there were seamen in the navy. But the seamen were not gentlemen; and the gentlemen were not seamen. (Macaulay, History of England) Chapter 54 The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home. And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. (A. E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad, XIX) Chapter 55 Wherefore seeing we also are encompassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every prejudice and error that so doth easily beset us. (St. Paul, Hebrews, ch. XII, v. 1) Chapter 56 Have I Got News for You! (TV program title) Chapter 57 Ah, could thy grave, at Carthage, be! Care not for that, and lay me where I fall! Everywhere heard will be the judgement-call: But at God's altar, oh! remember me. (Matthew Arnold) Chapter 58 It remains quite a problem to play the clarinet with false teeth, because there is great difficulty with the grip (this may even result in the plate being pulled out!). In addition there are problems with the breathing, because it is difficult to project a successful airstream. (Paul Harris, Clarinet Basics) Chapter 59 Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there; And 'twill be found, upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation. (Daniel Defoe, The True-born Englishman) Chapter 60 Have respect unto the covenant: for the dark places of the earth are full of the habitations of cruelty. (Psalm74, v. 20) Chapter 61 character (n.) handwriting, style of writing; Shakes. Meas. for M. Here is the hand and seal of the Duke. You know the character, I doubt not. (Small's Enlarged English Dict., 18th ed.) Chapter 62 Don't tell me, sweet, that I'm unkind Each time I black your eye, Or raise a weal on your behind -- I'm just a loving guy. We both despise the gentle touch, So cut out the pretence; You wouldn't love it half as much Without the violence. (Roy Dean, Lovelace Bleeding) Chapter 63 With much talk will they tempt thee, and smiling upon thee will get out thy secrets. (Ecclesiasticus, ch. XIII, v. 11) Chapter 64 Refrain to-night And that shall lead a kind of easiness To the next abstinence: to the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature. (Shakespeare, Hamlet) Chapter 65 Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves. (Addison, The Spectator) Chapter 66 We might now be stepping through a dark door with no bottom on the other side, and fall flat on our faces. (A member of the Honolulu City Council, quoted by the Press Corps) Chapter 67 To run away from trouble is a form of cowardice; and whilst it is true that the suicide braves death, he does it not for some noble object but to escape some ill. (Aristotle, Nicomachean Ethics) Chapter 68 It is not the criminal things which are hardest to confess, but the ridiculous and the shameful. (Rousseau, Confessions) Chapter 69 SEC. OFF.: Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino. ANT.: You do mistake me, sir. SEC. OFF.: No, sir, no jot. (Shakespeare, Twelfth Night) Chapter 70 I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine; And I am desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. (Dowson, Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae) Chapter 71 What more pleasant setting than the cinema for sweetly deodorized bodies to meet, unzip, and commune? (Malcolm Muggeridge, The Most of Malcolm Muggeridge) Chapter 72 Below me, there is the village, and looks how quiet and small! And yet bubbles o'er like a city, with gossip, scandal, and spite. (Tennyson, Maud) Chapter 73 When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain . . . (Keats, Sonnet) Chapter 74 We are adhering to life now with our last muscle -- the heart. (Djuna Barnes, Nightwood) Chapter 75 The cart is shaken all to pieces, and the rugged road is very near its end. (Dickens, Bleak House) Chapter 76 Say, for what were hop-yards meant, Or why was Burton built on Trent? Oh many a peer of England brews Livelier liquor than the Muse, And malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man. (A. E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad) Chapter 77 Dear Sir/Madam
Please note that an entry on the Register of Electors in your name has been deleted for the following reason:
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If you have any objections, please notify me, in writing, before the 25th November, 1998, and state the grounds for your objection.
Yours faithfully (Communication from Carlow County Council to an erstwhile elector) Chapter 78 . . . & that I be not bury'd in consecrated ground & that no sexton be asked to toll the bell & that no murners walk behind me at my funeral & that no flours be planted on my grave . . . (Thomas Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge) Chapter 79 Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. (Congreve, The Mourning Bride)
If you're guilty, you'll have to prove it. (Groucho Marx) Chapter 80 I am retired. I am to be met with in trim gardens. I am already come to be known by my vacant face and careless gesture, perambulating at no fixed pace nor with any settled purpose. I walk about; not to and from. (Charles Lamb, Last Essays of Elia) Epilogue Certainly the gods are ironical: they always punish one for one's virtues rather than for one's sins. (Ernest Dowson, Letters) | |
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Morse holder lægeligt påbudt ferie, da politimester Strange pånøder ham opklaringen af et mord, begået året før. En sygeplejerske Yvonne Harrison på 48 år blev myrdet i sin seng i Swinstead, mens manden var ude at rejse. I indledningen antydes at en mandlig patient er involveret. Morse brokker sig, men Strange har allerede talt med Lewis og får ham alligevel på banen? Yvonne Harrisons mand Frank har et glimrende alibi, for han kom hjem pr tog og taxa efter at en anonym telefonopringning havde alarmeret ham om at noget var galt. Deres datter Sarah og søn Simon har heller ikke noget motiv.
Strange har fået et anonym brev om at holde øje med en fange, der skal løslades snart. Fangen, Harry Repp, forsvinder imidlertid og Morse og senere Lewis gætter på at han er blevet dræbt og liget skjult på en losseplads. De finder ganske rigtigt et lig, men det er en anden mand, Paddy Flynn. Senere bliver Repp dog fundet dræbt i bagagerummet i en bil. Indbrudstyven Malcolm Johnson åbner bilen for Morse på 15 sekunder rent. Morse gætter på at der er tre mænd involveret og at den tredje er håndværkeren Jason Barron. Håndværkerens hobbykniv kunne godt passe med mordvåbnet til mordene på Repp og Flynn, men hvordan skal puslespillet samles? Teorien lider næsten skibbrud, da Jason falder ned fra en stige og en dreng Roy Holmes melder sig og vedgør at det var et uheld.
Morse og Lewis tror mere på at det er et camoufleret mord og efterforsker videre. Jasons fingeraftryk bliver fundet i den bil, hvor Repp blev fundet og Jason var tidligere kommandosoldat, så det passer fint med at de tre kom op at toppes om penge, som de pressede af Yvonnes morder, og at Jason så slog de to andre ihjel.
Men hvem slog Jason ihjel? Roy siger det var et uheld, men Morse har gættet at Roy var i seng med sin lærerinde, Christine Coverley, på det tidspunkt. Christine begår selvmord. Yvonnes mand, Frank Harrison, har mange penge, men banken hvor han er ansat er begyndt at tænke over hvorfor der mangler penge i hans afdeling. Han er taget ud at rejse med Maxine Ridgway, men bliver anholdt da de kommer hjem.
Morse har regnet ud at Sarah Harrison slog sin mor ihjel og motivet var at hun kom uventet hjem og fandt sin egen elsker Jason i seng med Yvonne. Sarah havde en krykke med, fordi hun havde forstuvet benet og det passer med mordvåbnets karakteristika.
Frank er arresteret og kort tid efter melder Sarah sig og tilstår mordet på Yvonne. Som Sarahs far påtog han sig at mudre efterforskningen af mordet til og derfor kunne Jason og de to andre presse penge af ham, fordi de kendte sandheden.
Morse dør af et hjerteanfald og Lewis får lov at finde de sidste detaljer på egen hånd. Blandt andet om Morse og hans forhold til Yvonne Harrison. Lewis finder ud af at Morse egentlig dækkede for Strange og at der var god grund til det, for Stranges kone var dødssyg. Lewis fortryder at han har mistroet Morse, men der er jo for sent.
Simon Harrison er døv, så Colin Dexter har endnu en gang mulighed for at lufte sin viden om døve og tunghøre. Der er en glimrende skildring af forholdet mellem Strange og Morse, for de ved begge at den anden ved at den anden ved .. og behøver derfor næsten ikke sige noget. ( )