Showing posts with label Toilers of the Sea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Toilers of the Sea. Show all posts

Sunday, June 27, 2010

The Intellectual Pineapple.

Every week we buy a pineapple from the Central Market. Every week we take a photograph of our pineapple before we eat it.

This week's pineapple was wearing reading glasses, and looking at the cover of Victor Hugo's Toilers of the Sea. I called it the Intellectual Pineapple.

That was on Friday. Since then, I have found myself reading the final chapters of The Toilers of the Sea through the eyes of the Intellectual Pineapple.

This hasn't been much of a problem as The Intellectual Pineapple and I see pretty much eye to eye on most things.

We worried as Gilliatt faced the dangers of the storm. We trembled as he escaped the clutches of the Giant Squid ( for that is what it was), we shivered as he discovered the skeleton of Captain Clubin in an underwater cave, covered with dead crabs, which had eaten his flesh. We exulted when Gilliatt found the leather belt containing the seventy thousand francs. And we looked forward to his marriage to the beautiful Deruchette on his return home.

But it all went horribly wrong, for Deruchette had meanwhile fallen in love with the handsome new rector, who had just come into a fortune. The Pineapple remained confident. So what, said the Pineapple. She'll marry Gilliatt. She promised.

He couldn't believe it when Gilliatt did the noble thing, helped the young couple marry secretly and sail to England, and then drowned himself.

That's no way to behave, said the Intellectual Pineapple. Dammit, I identified with him!

Friday, June 18, 2010

Coincidence of Coincidences

Due to a coincidence I now have another dangerous letterbox story to relate.

But first, the coincidence.

No, first, the second coincidence, which was even more remarkable than the first, although, alas, having nothing to do with the dangerousness of letterboxes.

The second coincidence: Due to the first coincidence, I decided to look up the meaning of the word coincidence in the dictionary. Imagine my surprise when I opened the dictionary at the very page on which the word coincidence was to be found. Not only that, it was in bold type at the top right of the right hand page, so it was the first word I saw.

The meaning of the word coincidence: a chance occurrence of events remarkable either for being simultaneous or for apparently being connected.

Confession: I must confess here that the above definition comes from the Collins dictionary, and not the one in which the coincidence occurred.

Reason: The Collins definition was the shorter of the two.

Now for the first coincidence. As you may recall, I have been writing about dangerous letterboxes. Concurrently, I have been reading Victor Hugo's Toilers of the Sea.

This morning I read Book 5, Chapter 9, entitled, Useful Information For Those Expecting, Or Fearing, Letters From Overseas.

In this chapter is a description of what must surely be one of the most dangerous letterboxes of all time.

Time, however, having caught up with us, further revelation must wait until tomorrow.