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Went riding in the morning, and pottered about in the afternoon. On again, grinding over a watershed, up test gradients. Drag their ruin behind them.
We went ldtters to the doctor for dinner. The bus from Akureyri had also arrived, and Ragnar was talking to one of his old schoob masters.
Letters from Iceland
The pause before the film again Bursts in a shower of golden rain. What would you do, I wonder, if you were?
Still cars do go along all these roads without mishap. We got to Hredavatn — a little lake about a mile and a half away, where we intended to stop — about half-past two, but the inn was full so we came on here, which is much better situated.
If you are a seller for this product, would you like to suggest updates through seller support? His black gown and white ruflf are less obtrusive and more in keeping with a Fgom service. There was a lovely view from the lavatory. In short we must keep moving to keep pace Or else drop into Limbo, the dead place.
For those who want to stay quietly in one place there are a number of places. You cannot argue with the eyes or voice; Argument will frustrate you till you die But go icelanv own way, give the voice the lie, Outstare the inhuTYian eyes.
Imagine the pmrple light on the stage, R.
Letters from Iceland : W. H. Auden :
I can only think- of them as breathing indications. The one with the Corinthian pillars, or The tiny workmanlike flat: A fun, and in a few places also a little absurd, “travel book”, written by poets W.
My general impression of the Icelander is that he is realistic, in a petit bourgeois sort of way, unromantic and imidealis- tic. Sick ffom past the ‘windows.
I strummed on the harmonium, and balanced books icepand hassocks on the altar candlesticks, and stood on the altar in my socks and struck matches trying to photo- graph the carving. But know my data too slight to be sound. They finally adopted the voices of two British schoolgirls on holiday and wrote the entire thing in very fruity tones.
My letters goes, goes — TeU me Are there men now whose compass leads Them always down forbidden roads? That is the way. It not only presents a lamentable blank to the view of the religious observer, but is totally devoid of every source of intellectual grati- fication.
But lost responsibilities and friends. Letters from Iceland is filled with poetry and notes home. Everyone clattered off to their respective lavatories and then down to the dining-room, where I was lucky to arrive early enough to get a real chair instead of a bench. It is very filling but most people like it very much. The same day I rode, in company with three others, to see how matters stood iceand the parsonage, as it was most exposed, but we could only proceed with the utmost danger, as there was no other way except between the ice-mountain and the JokuU which had been precipi- tated into the plain, where the water was so hot that the horses almost got unmanageable: Auden’s voice, especially, is charming, though MacNeice’s final poem is wonderful.
I think that I would rather like To be the saddle of a bike only to find that the Icelandic equivalent in terms of horses already exists. Parnassus after all is not a mountain, Reserved for A. In dry weather the lava dust can be aucen tiresome to the eyes, and it is a good thing to take a pair of tinted glasses.
The Yankee, paddling his own canoe, pocketing all the gains, dashing ashore in his civilian dress, and flinging his dollars everywhere, drink- ing, roystering, catching the ponies, and scampering off, frightening the Icelander out of his wits. Pack pony, 3 kr. Still, like a hen, he likes his private nm, Scratches for seK-esteem, and slyly pecks A good deal in the neighbourhood of sex.
Asks all your questions: I did not look for the sneer beneath the surface.