Re-reading Hope Mirrlees’ 1920 Paris.
There’s a section that simply documents advertisements in the Paris of 1919.
One heartbreaking one: DEUIL EN 24 HEURES. Literally, “mourning in 24 hours,”
which wouldn’t be a pun in English but simply a service. In a time and place
where almost every woman was in mourning, there’s a service to dye your clothes
black.
About a mile from my house, on the Newark
border, is a t-shirt and skate shop. One of their specialties? R.I.P.s.
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Books, food, friends, and Virginia Woolf. "I spare you the twists and turns of my cogitations, for no conclusion was found on the road to Headingly, and I ask you to suppose that I soon found out my mistake about the turning and retraced my steps to Fernham."--Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
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