Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Red Rose



On the Morning after
Goldschmiedgasse
Vienna, First District

2 comments:

Suldog said...

Thank you for stopping by at my place, Merisi. Lovely photography here! And, anyone who uses the word "frippery" in such an off-hand fashion is OK by me.

Merisi said...

Welcome, suldog!
Oh, I love the word "frippery" for its delicious ambiguousness.;-)

"That evening, then, at the usual hour, and while I lay snugly ensconced in a most fragrant and convenient drawer, among various other beings of my species, though not of my family, alas! the inmates of the house assembled in the front drawing-room to take a few cups of tea. Mr. and Mrs. Monson, with their only son, John Monson, their three daughters, the governess, and Betts Shoreham, were all present; the latter having dropped in with a new novel for the ladies.

"I do really wish one could see a little advance in the way of real refinement and true elegance among all the vast improvements we are making in frippery and follies," cried Mr. Monson, throwing down an evening paper in a pettish manner, that sufficiently denoted discontent. "We are always puffing our own progress in America, without exactly knowing whether a good deal of the road is not to be traveled over again, by way of undoing much that we have done. Here, now, is a specimen of our march in folly, in an advertisement of Bobbinett's, who has pocket-handkerchiefs at $75."
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James Fenimore Cooper, "Autobiography of a Pocket-Handkerchief"