I've got the Stone, but man oh man, the Porter looks divine. French dogs! ^____________^
Hornblower comes off as kind of as an oddball in his own time,s yeah. Were you the one who was talking baout how Hornblower is totally a modern man sent back in time? Because he really is. I don't claim to know very much about the culture of that time, but there are pints in the books where HH is explicitly thinking about how he wishes he could be all tough and with-the-times like Bush.
Something else class-related that struck me jut now about Bush and Hornblower: they have very different, most likely class-related attitudes toward food. Hornblower is such a picky bitch -- he doesn't like heavy meals, he wants tea and not beer at breakfast, he likes coffee and fresh fruit. The one other bit in the book where we really see another character's food preferences is with Lady Barbara and her craving for fresh milk and vegetables, and so yeah.
HH shows all the signs of someone who's used to having choices about what he eats; he eventually learns to have classy tastes like port-and-cheese, whereas Bush always just seems happy to get whatever he can. Good food is cause for celebration -- COW TONGUE! FRESH BEEF! :D :D :D -- while bad food is just another discomfort to be endured.
And yeah. Icon. Nothing is ever going to persuade me that Hornblower didn't buy Smallbridge so that he could drive out and see the boyfriend. NOTHING. The thirty mile distance mentioned in the extra chapter of Commodore was so totally Forester being like, "Fine, bitches. You want me to write a happy ending? You want me something that's more commercially friendly? I'LL DO IT SINCE YOU'RE THE ONE CUTTING CHECK, BUT I'LL ALSO THROW IN THIS MAJOR HINT TO THE FACT THAT HORNBLOWER NOT NLY FUCKED AROUND ON HIS WIFE WITH OTHER WOMEN, BUT ALSO HIS VERY MALE BEST FRIEND. :D :D :D"
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Date: 2006-02-15 04:40 pm (UTC)Hornblower comes off as kind of as an oddball in his own time,s yeah. Were you the one who was talking baout how Hornblower is totally a modern man sent back in time? Because he really is. I don't claim to know very much about the culture of that time, but there are pints in the books where HH is explicitly thinking about how he wishes he could be all tough and with-the-times like Bush.
Something else class-related that struck me jut now about Bush and Hornblower: they have very different, most likely class-related attitudes toward food. Hornblower is such a picky bitch -- he doesn't like heavy meals, he wants tea and not beer at breakfast, he likes coffee and fresh fruit. The one other bit in the book where we really see another character's food preferences is with Lady Barbara and her craving for fresh milk and vegetables, and so yeah.
HH shows all the signs of someone who's used to having choices about what he eats; he eventually learns to have classy tastes like port-and-cheese, whereas Bush always just seems happy to get whatever he can. Good food is cause for celebration -- COW TONGUE! FRESH BEEF! :D :D :D -- while bad food is just another discomfort to be endured.
And yeah. Icon. Nothing is ever going to persuade me that Hornblower didn't buy Smallbridge so that he could drive out and see the boyfriend. NOTHING. The thirty mile distance mentioned in the extra chapter of Commodore was so totally Forester being like, "Fine, bitches. You want me to write a happy ending? You want me something that's more commercially friendly? I'LL DO IT SINCE YOU'RE THE ONE CUTTING CHECK, BUT I'LL ALSO THROW IN THIS MAJOR HINT TO THE FACT THAT HORNBLOWER NOT NLY FUCKED AROUND ON HIS WIFE WITH OTHER WOMEN, BUT ALSO HIS VERY MALE BEST FRIEND. :D :D :D"