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Thinks I to Myself: A Serio-Ludicro, Tragico-Comico Tale
by Thinks-i-to-myself, Edward Nares
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Written and set in Regency era Britain (think Jane Austen) this book is a very humorous tale of a young man's observations of the comings and goings of society. There are a few passages that I struggled to make sense of but on the whole its written in such a readable way and the human observations are still so valid that you'd never guess it was so old. Told in a first person narrative you get see young Robert (Bob) Dermont grow up and learn about the etiquette of the day, all the while making very satiracal observation to himself about all sorts of occasions and people. It make me a little sad that this book isn't better known.
Here's a little snippet.
... The servant entered with a note, which my mother immediately opened, and read aloud; the contents being to the following effect
' Mr. and Mrs. Meekin present their compliments to Mr. and Mrs. Dermont, and shall be extremely happy to have the honour of their company to dinner on Saturday next at five o'clock.'
Thinks- I-to -myself, how civil, polite and obliging—the servant was ordered to withdraw, and tell the messenger to wait. As soon as he was gone, ' good God, (says my father,) those peoplewill never let us alone; surely we dined there last;'
my mother thought not; -my father thought they were forever dining there; my mother convinced him by a reference to her pocket-book, that Mr.and Mrs. Meekin where quite right as to the balance of debtor and creditor;
well only take care, ' says my father, that we do notget into a habit of dining there above once or twice a year at the utmost; it is really two great a sacrifice.'
- What, do you mean to go then?' says my mother.
' Go,' says my father, why, I suppose we must '
'I wish they were further,' says my dear mother;
-' I wish they were at Jericho,' says my dear father:
' I had rather do any thing than go on Saturday,' says my mother;
'I had rather be hang'd than ever go,' says my father, it is such an intolerable bore;
Written and set in Regency era Britain (think Jane Austen) this book is a very humorous tale of a young man's observations of the comings and goings of society. There are a few passages that I struggled to make sense of but on the whole its written in such a readable way and the human observations are still so valid that you'd never guess it was so old. Told in a first person narrative you get see young Robert (Bob) Dermont grow up and learn about the etiquette of the day, all the while making very satiracal observation to himself about all sorts of occasions and people. It make me a little sad that this book isn't better known.
Here's a little snippet.
... The servant entered with a note, which my mother immediately opened, and read aloud; the contents being to the following effect
' Mr. and Mrs. Meekin present their compliments to Mr. and Mrs. Dermont, and shall be extremely happy to have the honour of their company to dinner on Saturday next at five o'clock.'
Thinks- I-to -myself, how civil, polite and obliging—the servant was ordered to withdraw, and tell the messenger to wait. As soon as he was gone, ' good God, (says my father,) those peoplewill never let us alone; surely we dined there last;'
my mother thought not; -my father thought they were forever dining there; my mother convinced him by a reference to her pocket-book, that Mr.and Mrs. Meekin where quite right as to the balance of debtor and creditor;
well only take care, ' says my father, that we do notget into a habit of dining there above once or twice a year at the utmost; it is really two great a sacrifice.'
- What, do you mean to go then?' says my mother.
' Go,' says my father, why, I suppose we must '
'I wish they were further,' says my dear mother;
-' I wish they were at Jericho,' says my dear father:
' I had rather do any thing than go on Saturday,' says my mother;
'I had rather be hang'd than ever go,' says my father, it is such an intolerable bore;