Oofy here: Editorial: More on Jane Austen. What about French?
A gloss from the Type-Setter. The perspicacity of our editor brings to his attention a rift to be discerned in the thinking of Humphry Repton and Jane Austen.
Author: The Brown Advisor (Page 1 of 33)
Oofy here: Editorial: Under the influence. More like. Ha-ha. Funny eh?
A gloss from the Type-Setter. Our editor refers here to the familiar slur on Humphry Repton that he was more a follower of Lancelot ‘Capability’ Brown than an initiator and it is in those terms that I pass his comments on to the Professor.
A gloss from the Type-Setter: the Editor having succumbed to the lure of the hunting field, it falls to the Type-Setter to endeavour to resolve another question of attribution.
‘When in Sense and Sensibility Marianne Dashwood lamented that “every body pretends to feel and tries to describe with the taste and elegance of him who first defined what picturesque beauty was”, the ‘him’ in question was the Reverend William Gilpin.
Mr R.S. has written from Devon to ask our editor why Repton cross-references from red book to red book
‘Many theorists have advanced evidence for an association between Humphry Repton and Jane Austen.
Oofy here: Editorial: Time for candour. Point is. Reppers had no class. Stood at the wrong end of m’ punt. Cambridge man. Tryin’ too hard. Same as Jane Austen.
The editor being out of town, the Type-Setter is called on to address the correspondence that daily reaches the Gazette. The question that falls to him now is this: if in each of his landscapes Repton tried to design something unique, does he thereby lose our respect, for being a jack-of-all-trades with no integrity, prepared to turn his hand to anything that would make him a bob or two?
Oofy here: Editorial: time to talk horses. Bought Gi-gi at the Stowe Fair. Crossed the gipsy’s palm with silver and she said the horse was mine. Couldn’t run faster if she had 5 legs. Matter of fact. You can say that about her. Fact is. If you were a horse and had 5 legs you’d spend all your time thinking which hoof to go down on next. Never get anywhere.