Thursday 29 April 2010

The superiority of black puddings to speech

'I suppose one reason why we are seldom able to comfort our neighbours with our words is that our goodwill gets adulterated, in spite of ourselves, before it can pass out lips. We can send black puddings and pettitoes without giving them a flavour of our own egoism: but language is a stream that is is almost sure to smack of a mingled soil. There was a fair proportion of kindness in Raveloe; but it was often of a beery and bungling sort...'

(from Chapter 10, Silas Marner by George Eliot)

3 comments:

Ali said...

LOVE it! I might even have to snitch it. Hope all is going well.

bec said...

But what if you don't like black pudding?

And I had to look up pettitoes - pigs' trotters, apparently.

Baddelim said...

@ Ali - I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Loved the GE quotes on your blog recently. Spread the joy, I say, so 'snitch' away, not that I have any ownership of such things. :)

@ Bec - Love that you looked up pettitoes. [The 'yerk' factor of both casserole equivalents was part of the charm of this quote for me. :)]