[The woman] paused and seemed to take a deep breath. 'You see,' she declared. 'I am Tom Mallow's aunt.' Catherine's first instinct was to burst out laughing. She wondered why there was something slightly absurd about aunts; perhaps it was because one thought of them as dear, comfortable creatures, somehow lacking in dignity and prestige.

Barbara Pym

Categorized in : Firsts Laughing Aunt

How absurd and delicious it is to be in love with somebody younger than yourself. Everybody should try it.

Barbara Pym

absurd trying love

The small things of life were often so much bigger than the great things . . . the trivial pleasure like cooking, one's home, little poems especially sad ones, solitary walks, funny things seen and overheard.

Barbara Pym

funny-things cooking home

The burden of keeping three people in toilet paper seemed to me rather a heavy one.

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three paper people

I love Evensong. There's something sad and essentially English about it.

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Of course it's all right for librarians to smell of drink.

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librarian smell drink

Perhaps there can be too much making of cups of tea, I thought, as I watched Miss Statham filling the heavy teapot. Did we really need a cup of tea? I even said as much to Miss Statham and she looked at me with a hurt, almost angry look, 'Do we need tea? she echoed. 'But Miss Lathbury...' She sounded puzzled and distressed and I began to realise that my question had struck at something deep and fundamental. It was the kind of question that starts a landslide in the mind. I mumbled something about making a joke and that of course one needed tea always, at every hour of the day or night.

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hurt missing night

My thoughts went round and round and it occurred to me that if I ever wrote a novel it would be of the 'stream of consciousness' type and deal with an hour in the life of a woman at the sink.

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hours consciousness would-be

There are no sick people in North Oxford. They are either dead or alive. It's sometimes difficult to tell the difference, that's all.

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differences oxford people

I was so astonished that I could think of nothing to say, but wondered irrelevantly if I was to be caught with a teapot in my hand on every dramatic occasion.

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dramatic hands thinking

She had always been an unashamed reader of novels.

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novel reader

Dulcie always found a public library a little upsetting, for one saw so many odd people there.

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library upset people

I imagine the proverb about too many cooks spoiling the broth can be applied to writing as well as anything else. The poetical or literary broth is better cooked by one person.

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cooks imagine writing

There are some things too dreadful to be revealed, and it is even more dreadful how, in spite of our better instincts,we long to know about them.

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spite instinct long

Oh, but it was splendid the things women were doing for men all the time, thought Jane. Making them feel, perhaps sometimes by no more than a casual glance, that they were loved and admired and desired when they were worthy of none of these things - enabling them to preen themselves and puff out their plumage like birds and bask in the sunshine of love, real or imagined, it didn't matter which.

Barbara Pym

sunshine real love

There are various ways of mending a broken heart, but perhaps going to a learned conference is one of the more unusual.

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broken heart way

I stretched out my hand towards the little bookshelf where I kept cookery and devotional books, the most comfortable bedside reading.

Barbara Pym

reading book hands

Life is cruel and we do terrible things to each other.

Barbara Pym

terrible-things terrible life-is

Once outside the magic circle the writers became their lonely selves, pondering on poems, observing their fellow men ruthlessly, putting people they knew into novels; no wonder they were without friends.

Barbara Pym

lonely self men

It was odd how one found oneself making trivial conversation on important occasions. Perhaps it was because one could not say what was really in one's mind.

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odd important mind

You know Mildred would never do anything wrong or foolish. I reflected a little sadly that this was only too true and hoped I did not appear too much that kind of person to others. Virtue is an excellent thing and we should all strive after it, but it can sometimes be a little depressing.

Barbara Pym

depressing too-much littles