#Jerome K. Jerome

[weirdlookindog]

Kenneth M. Skeaping - 'Tis Now the Very Witching Time of Night

illustration from Jerome K. Jerome's 'Told After Supper', 1891

#kenneth m. skeaping #tis now the very witching time of night #jerome k. jerome #told after supper #ghost stories #ghost #spirits #art #illustration #victorian gothic

[derangedrhythms]

Nothing satisfies us on Christmas Eve but to hear each other tell authentic anecdotes about spectres. It is a genial, festive season, and we love to muse upon graves, and dead bodies, and murders, and blood.

Jerome K. Jerome, Chill Tidings: Dark Tales of the Christmas Season; from ‘Told After Supper’, ed. Tanya Kirk

#jerome k. jerome #chill tidings #told after supper #prose #ghost #christmas #christmas eve #the day of my birth was apt

[bethanydelleman]

Making fun of novel heroine tropes:

It would not be a good place for the heroine of a modern novel to stay at.  The heroine of a modern novel is always “divinely tall,” and she is ever “drawing herself up to her full height.”  At the “Barley Mow” she would bump her head against the ceiling each time she did this.

Three Men in a Boat, Jerome K. Jerome

#summer reading interlude #three men in a boat #jerome k. jerome #heroine tropes

[disappointedart]

Some covers for my favourite English books:

#you'll never guess which is my favourite era #my art #english literature #covers #jeeves and wooster #wooster and jeeves #bertie wooster #reginald jeeves #three men in a boat #howard's end #pg wodehouse #jerome k. jerome #edward m. forster #historical fashion #historical stuff #edwardian #victorian

[agardenandlibrary]

episode 22 of my podcast Backlog Books (link in pinned post)

Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome

I tried reading this book as a teenager and found it uninteresting. I kept it on my shelf though, always thinking that some day would be the right time to read it. That day eventually arrived! Jerome narrates an impulsive boating trip between friends full of mayhem and musings. I found it to be fun and silly, with a incredibly relatable perspective on human nature. I’m glad I picked this one up again and gave it another try! It was short and a lot of fun.

#three men in a boat #my book picture #jerome k. jerome #backlog books podcast

[madmarchhare]

Extract from the book, 'Three men in a boat' by Jerome. K. Jerome.

I felt this could apply to our resident Kalego Sensei and Opera. Also, Three men in a boat' is just a really good book.

#writing #jerome jerome #jerome k. jerome #three men in a boat #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #opera mairuma #m!ik opera #kalego #kalego naberius #naberius kalego

[leon-production]

It is so painful to witness that the priceless hours of earthly existence, fleeting moments that he will never get back, a man wasted on beastly sleep.🙈 Jerome K. Jerome

#Jerome K. Jerome #beastly sleep #sleep #🙈 #back

[waiting-eyez]

It is always the best policy to speak

the truth, unless, of course, you are

an exceptionally good liar.

(Jerome k. Jerome)

#Jerome k. Jerome

[malefica67]

I gatti e i non conformisti mi sembrano i soli esseri in questo mondo che abbiano una coscienza pratica e attiva.

Jerome K. Jerome

#jerome k. jerome

[andietries]

What’s the deal with British Books and swans??Because I have read two books in a row about swans attacking someone. They seem terrified of them. Or is it a metaphor that I don’t understand?

#three men in a boat #very good jeeves #jerome k. jerome #pg wodehouse #jeeves and wooster #books #reading #british books #swans #my reads

[annieblackburns]

“Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need - a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.”

- Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat

#jerome k jerome #jerome k. jerome #three men in a boat #words #quotes #important

[weirdlookindog]

Kenneth M. Skeaping - The Haunted Mill

illustration from Jerome K. Jerome's 'Told After Supper', 1891

#kenneth m. skeaping #the haunted mill #jerome k. jerome #told after supper #ghost stories #art #illustration #victorian gothic

[derangedrhythms]

It always is Christmas Eve, in a ghost story.

Jerome K. Jerome, Chill Tidings: Dark Tales of the Christmas Season; from ‘Told After Supper’, ed. Tanya Kirk

#jerome k. jerome #chill tidings #told after supper #prose #christmas eve #ghost

[bethanydelleman]

It is a most extraordinary thing, but I never read a patent medicine advertisement without being impelled to the conclusion that I am suffering from the particular disease therein dealt with in its most virulent form. The diagnosis seems in every case to correspond exactly with all the sensations that I have ever felt.

Three Men in a Boat, Jerome K. Jerome

Discovering that you have cancer on Web M.D. before the internet existed; apparently this is not a new problem.

#summer reading interlude #three men in a boat #jerome k. jerome #to say nothing of the dog #discovering you have an illness because you read about it

[ninja-muse]

475, 813?

Diary of a Pilgrimage by Jerome K. Jerome - I loved Three Men in a Boat so much I added everything Jerome wrote to my TBR in one go.

The Sinbad Voyage by Tim Severin - I read a couple Tim Severin books when I was a preteen and loved the combination of travel and mythology. Again, added the rest of his books to my TBR as soon as I found out about them—and one day, I swear I'll even read them!

Thanks for asking!

Ask me things!

#answered asks #the tbr list of doom #diary of a pilgrimage #jerome k. jerome #sinbad voyage #tim severin

[atricksterproblem]

I hope that wherever Jerome K. Jerome is now that he’s proud of how prescient he was.

“To go back to the carved-oak question, they must have had very fair notions of the artistic and the beautiful, our great-great-grandfathers.  Why, all our art treasures of to-day are only the dug-up commonplaces of three or four hundred years ago.  I wonder if there is real intrinsic beauty in the old soup-plates, beer-mugs, and candle-snuffers that we prize so now, or if it is only the halo of age glowing around them that gives them their charms in our eyes.  The “old blue” that we hang about our walls as ornaments were the common every-day household utensils of a few centuries ago; and the pink shepherds and the yellow shepherdesses that we hand round now for all our friends to gush over, and pretend they understand, were the unvalued mantel-ornaments that the mother of the eighteenth century would have given the baby to suck when he cried.

Will it be the same in the future?  Will the prized treasures of to-day always be the cheap trifles of the day before?  Will rows of our willow-pattern dinner-plates be ranged above the chimneypieces of the great in the years 2000 and odd?  Will the white cups with the gold rim and the beautiful gold flower inside (species unknown), that our Sarah Janes now break in sheer light-heartedness of spirit, be carefully mended, and stood upon a bracket, and dusted only by the lady of the house?

That china dog that ornaments the bedroom of my furnished lodgings.  It is a white dog.  Its eyes blue.  Its nose is a delicate red, with spots.  Its head is painfully erect, its expression is amiability carried to verge of imbecility.  I do not admire it myself.  Considered as a work of art, I may say it irritates me.  Thoughtless friends jeer at it, and even my landlady herself has no admiration for it, and excuses its presence by the circumstance that her aunt gave it to her.

But in 200 years’ time it is more than probable that that dog will be dug up from somewhere or other, minus its legs, and with its tail broken, and will be sold for old china, and put in a glass cabinet.  And people will pass it round, and admire it.  They will be struck by the wonderful depth of the colour on the nose, and speculate as to how beautiful the bit of the tail that is lost no doubt was.

We, in this age, do not see the beauty of that dog.  We are too familiar with it.  It is like the sunset and the stars: we are not awed by their loveliness because they are common to our eyes.  So it is with that china dog.  In 2288 people will gush over it.  The making of such dogs will have become a lost art.  Our descendants will wonder how we did it, and say how clever we were.  We shall be referred to lovingly as “those grand old artists that flourished in the nineteenth century, and produced those china dogs.”

The “sampler” that the eldest daughter did at school will be spoken of as “tapestry of the Victorian era,” and be almost priceless.  The blue-and-white mugs of the present-day roadside inn will be hunted up, all cracked and chipped, and sold for their weight in gold, and rich people will use them for claret cups; and travellers from Japan will buy up all the “Presents from Ramsgate,” and “Souvenirs of Margate,” that may have escaped destruction, and take them back to Jedo as ancient English curios.”

That’s from Three Men in a Boat, published in 1889.

#Jerome K. Jerome #Three Men in a Boat #it was such a strange feeling reading this for the first time