Anent my earlier post about weather,
Ur-spo commented,
where I live is an absence of weather - monotonous daily sunshine
and predictable temperatures. A cloudy day or a rainy one makes
headlines.
Such it may be (?) in Arizona. But his words reminded me of a passage in Dame Agatha's
A Caribbean Mystery:
Now that she had been here [an island in the Caribbean] for a week, Miss Marple had cured herself of the impulse to ask what the weather was like. The weather was always the same -- fine. No interesting variations.
"The many splendored weather of an English day," she murmured to herself and wondered if it was a quotation, or whether she had made it up.
Apparently this particular construction is Miss Marple's -- that is to say, Dame Agatha Christie's -- own. Most of us, however, at least those of a certain age, are familiar with the song "Love is a Many-Splendored Thing" from the movie of the same name.
The phrase "many-slendoured thing" is taken from the poem "The Kingdom of God" by Francis Thompson.
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| Turn but a stone, and start a wing! | |
| ‘Tis ye, ‘tis your estrangèd faces, | |
| That miss the many-splendoured thing. | | |
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1 comment:
I had never heard the term "no weather" until we moved to San Diego, California in the '90s. I laughed when I heard and though, "How ridiculous. Isn't good weather still weather?" What a surprise to learn it was not. So, like Spo, we have lived in many places that only rarely had weather. And it's splendored.
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