Judy Evans wrote: >> there is the underlying obvious simile, "Englishmen _are_ >> like mad dogs". > > how rude... I think really it's the English resistance to a siesta > he has in mind! ... This has been stewing away in my brain as I tried to think how to explain that Coward is talking about *ordinary* mad dogs and *ordinary* Englishman and - of course! - having something to say about ordinary Englishman ... such as Judy points out: how it certainly wouldn't do to lie down for half the day! So, trying to get the right tone I've put this into the compost section of what passes for my mind and turned to the casual reading I'm allowed when not distracted by volleys from [lit-ideas]. Quite by chance I found myself enjoying a review of the _Collected Travel Writings_ of Evelyn Waugh when the following BRILLIANT passage fell into my lap. Just BRILLIANT, I say. Attend! and note the date. "For Waugh's most irreverent, seditious treatment of the romantic conventions of the genre [travel writing], however, one must read _Ninety-Two Days_ (1934), which recounts his journeys through - and the very choice of setting bespeaks a certain perversity of temperament - the hinterlands of British Guiana. If there is any more unprepossessing expanse of earth upon the globe, one cannot imagine where. This book is an unremitting account of misery, privation, and pointlessness in a world of dun landscapes, tormenting insects, malnutrition, and cultural stagnancy. What makes it fascinating, though, is the almost demented composure of the author; it demonstrates with remarkable poignancy how, in its way, British equanimity can constitute a kind of emotional extremism. When Waugh describes farine, the practically inedible staple of the indigenous diet (which, in its unrefined form, is in fact toxic), or the nightly labor of extracting djiggas from the soles of his feet before they can lay their septicemial eggs, or his almost constant hunger and thirst, one is left with a sense not only of the sublime callousness of nature, but of the lunacy of choosing to confront it with a good will rather than fleeing from it with or without one's dignity intact." THIS, I submit, is what Coward is talking about. from: "When the Going Was Bad," First Things, 143 (May 2004), pp. 50-53 by David B. Hart http://www.firstthings.com/ftissues/ft0405/reviews/hart.htm a review of _Waugh Abroad: Collected Travel Writing_ (Knopf: 2003) It will be difficult to find a better evocation of mad dogs and Englishmen, out in the noonday sun. best wishes, Stephen Straker <straker@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> Vancouver, B.C. ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html