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whippetsrus said:
kris said:
cant believe oxfams charging 2.50 for a paperback book! :blink:


Last time I was in the Oxfam shop it was £1.99. Compared with the second hand stalls who charge £3-£4 each I thought this was cheap.

where we live paperbacks at car boots range from 10p to 1 pound and hardbacks 50p to 2 pounds.i regularly buy good quality paperbacks (modern ones) for 50p :)
 
I recommend The Devil's Feather by Minette Walters. I'm about half way through and so far am enjoying it lots. (I am a Minette Walters fan though).
 
Quote from the back cover

'With private security firms supplying boydguards in every theatre of war, who will notice the emergence of a sexual psychopath from the ranks of the mercenaries?

Reuters correspondent Connie Burns is no stranger to the world's troublespots, including the vicious civil unrest in Sierra Leone and the war in Iraq. But as she begins to suspect that a foreigner is using the chaos of war to act out sadistic fantasies against women, her efforts to bring him to justice leave her devastated.

Degraded and terrified, she goes into hiding in England and strikes up a friendship with Jess Derbyshire, a loner whose reclusive nature may well be masking secrets of her own. Connie draws from the other woman's strength and makes the hazardous decision to attempt a third unmasking of a serial killer..........

Knowing he will come looking for her.'
 
That sounds good :D I may have to get it from Amazon :thumbsup:
 
I've had a thought about it now. So my summing up so far is

that it's about a strong woman recovering from being abused by a man. It's about what torture does to someone. It's a tale about coping mechanisms.
 
am i allowed back on this thread again.......i know a good book.... :- "

j o:) hn
 
Just finished my second Karin Slaughter. Have now read Blindsighted and Faithless. Both excellent books, would highly recommend them.
 
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ive just read the diarys of samuel pepys-.....he went out to the loo for a crap so i went into his desk and stole them ! :eek: i better go and leave them back because i can hear the russle of toilet paper..he must be on his way back... :- "

j ;) hn
 
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Oh John I thought u were going all intellectual on us then (w00t)
 
stormydog said:
ive just read the diarys of samuel pepys-.....he went out to the loo for a crap so i went into his desk and stole them !  :eek:     i better go and leave them back because i can hear the russle of toilet paper..he must be on his way back... :- "
I'd persevere with it John - it's definitely your sort of book :- " ( If you wait until October 9th 1663 you'll have plenty of time to read it, being as poor old Sam spends all day on the bog (w00t) :b )
 
i like this bit best...

The family of Pepys is one of considerable antiquity in the east of England, and the Hon. Walter Courtenay Pepys1 says that the first mention of the name that he has been able to find is in the Hundred Rolls (Edw. I, 1273), where Richard Pepis and John Pepes are registered as holding lands in the county of Cambridge. In the next century the name of William Pepis is found in deeds relating to lands in the parish of Cottenham, co. Cambridge, dated 1329 and 1340 respectively (Cole MSS., British Museum, vol. i., p. 56; vol. xlii., p. 44). According to the Court Roll of the manor of Pelhams, in the parish of Cottenham, Thomas Pepys was “bayliffe of the Abbot of Crowland in 1434,” but in spite of these references, as well as others to persons of the same name at Braintree, Essex, Depedale, Norfolk, &c., the first ancestor of the existing branches of the family from whom Mr. Walter Pepys is able to trace an undoubted descent, is “William Pepis the elder, of Cottenham, co. Cambridge,” whose will is dated 20th March, 1519.

Mr. W. C. Pepys has paid great attention to the history of his family, and in 1887 he published an interesting work entitled “Genealogy of the Pepys Family, 1273-1887,” London, George Bell and Sons, which contains the fullest pedigrees of the family yet issued.

In 1852 a curious manuscript volume, bound in vellum, and entitled “Liber Talboti Pepys de instrumentis ad Feoda pertinentibus exemplificatis,” was discovered in an old chest in the parish church of Bolney, Sussex, by the vicar, the Rev. John Dale, who delivered it to Henry Pepys, Bishop of Worcester, and the book is still in the possession of the family. This volume contains various genealogical entries, and among them are references to the Thomas Pepys of 1434 mentioned above, and to the later William Pepys. The reference to the latter runs thus:—

A Noate written out of an ould Booke of my uncle William Pepys.

William Pepys, who died at Cottenham, 10 H. 8, was brought up by the Abbat of Crowland, in Huntingdonshire, and he was borne in Dunbar, in Scotland, a gentleman, whom the said Abbat did make his Bayliffe of all his lands in Cambridgeshire, and placed him in Cottenham, which William aforesaid had three sonnes, Thomas, John, and William, to whom Margaret was mother naturallie, all of whom left issue.

In illustration of this entry we may refer to the Diary of June 12th, 1667, where it is written that Roger Pepys told Samuel that “we did certainly come out of Scotland with the Abbot of Crowland.” The references to various members of the family settled in Cottenham and elsewhere, at an early date already alluded to, seem to show that there is little foundation for this very positive statement.

With regard to the standing of the family, Mr. Walter Pepys writes:—

The first of the name in 1273 were evidently but small copyholders. Within 150 years (1420) three or four of the name had entered the priesthood, and others had become connected with the monastery of Croyland as bailiffs, &c. In 250 years (1520) there were certainly two families: one at Cottenham, co. Cambridge, and another at Braintree, co. Essex, in comfortable circumstances as yeomen farmers. Within fifty years more (1563), one of the family, Thomas, of Southcreeke, co. Norfolk, had entered the ranks of the gentry sufficiently to have his coat-of-arms recognized by the Herald Cooke, who conducted the Visitation of Norfolk in that year. From that date the majority of the family have been in good circumstances, with perhaps more than the average of its members taking up public positions.

There is a very general notion that Samuel Pepys was of plebeian birth because his father followed the trade of a tailor, and his own remark, “But I believe indeed our family were never considerable,”—[February 10th, 1661-62.] has been brought forward in corroboration of this view, but nothing can possibly be more erroneous, and there can be no doubt that the Diarist was really proud of his descent. This may be seen from the inscription on one of his book-plates, where he is stated to be:—

Samuel Pepys of Brampton in Huntingdonshire, Esq., Secretary of the Admiralty to his Matr. King Charles the Second: Descended from ye antient family of Pepys of Cottenham in Cambridgeshire.

Many members of the family have greatly distinguished themselves since the Diarist’s day, and of them Mr. Foss wrote (“Judges of England,” vol. vi., p. 467):—

In the family of Pepys is illustrated every gradation of legal rank from Reader of an Inn of Court to Lord High Chancellor of England.

The William Pepys of Cottenham who commences the pedigree had three sons and three daughters; from the eldest son (Thomas) descended the first Norfolk branch, from the second son (John Pepys of Southcreeke) descended the second Norfolk branch, and from the third son (William) descended the Impington branch. The latter William had four sons and two daughters; two of these sons were named Thomas, and as they were both living at the same time one was distinguished as “the black” and the other as “the red.” Thomas the red had four sons and four daughters. John, born 1601, was the third son, and he became the father of Samuel the Diarist. Little is known of John Pepys, but we learn when the Diary opens that he was settled in London as a tailor. He does not appear to have been a successful man, and his son on August 26th, 1661, found that there was only L45 owing to him, and that he owed about the same sum. He was a citizen of London in 1650, when his son Samuel was admitted to Magdalene College, but at an earlier period he appears to have had business relations with Holland.

In August, 1661, John Pepys retired to a small property at Brampton (worth about L80 per annum), which had been left to him by his eldest brother, Robert Pepys, where he died in 1680.

SO THERE !!
 
zzzzzzzzzz! -_- youve missed out all the juicy bits john (w00t)
 
kris said:
zzzzzzzzzz! -_- youve missed out all the juicy bits john (w00t)
really kris.....? you should see the pix too............ :sweating: : :sweating:

can i just post another piece of somewhat light reading...?

homers..the iliad

Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus, that brought

countless ills upon the Achaeans. Many a brave soul did it send

hurrying down to Hades, and many a hero did it yield a prey to dogs

and vultures, for so were the counsels of Jove fulfilled from the

day on which the son of Atreus, king of men, and great Achilles, first

fell out with one another.

And which of the gods was it that set them on to quarrel? It was the

son of Jove and Leto; for he was angry with the king and sent a

pestilence upon the host to plague the people, because the son of

Atreus had dishonoured Chryses his priest. Now Chryses had come to the

ships of the Achaeans to free his daughter, and had brought with him a

great ransom: moreover he bore in his hand the sceptre of Apollo

wreathed with a suppliant's wreath and he besought the Achaeans, but

most of all the two sons of Atreus, who were their chiefs.

"Sons of Atreus," he cried, "and all other Achaeans, may the gods

who dwell in Olympus grant you to sack the city of Priam, and to reach

your homes in safety; but free my daughter, and accept a ransom for

her, in reverence to Apollo, son of Jove."

On this the rest of the Achaeans with one voice were for

respecting the priest and taking the ransom that he offered; but not

so Agamemnon, who spoke fiercely to him and sent him roughly away.

"Old man," said he, "let me not find you tarrying about our ships, nor

yet coming hereafter. Your sceptre of the god and your wreath shall

profit you nothing. I will not free her. She shall grow old in my

house at Argos far from her own home, busying herself with her loom

and visiting my couch; so go, and do not provoke me or it shall be the

worse for you."

The old man feared him and obeyed. Not a word he spoke, but went

by the shore of the sounding sea and prayed apart to King Apollo

whom lovely Leto had borne. "Hear me," he cried, "O god of the

silver bow, that protectest Chryse and holy Cilla and rulest Tenedos

with thy might, hear me oh thou of Sminthe. If I have ever decked your

temple with garlands, or burned your thigh-bones in fat of bulls or

goats, grant my prayer, and let your arrows avenge these my tears upon

the Danaans."

Thus did he pray, and Apollo heard his prayer. He came down

furious from the summits of Olympus, with his bow and his quiver

upon his shoulder, and the arrows rattled on his back with the rage

that trembled within him. He sat himself down away from the ships with

a face as dark as night, and his silver bow rang death as he shot

his arrow in the midst of them. First he smote their mules and their

hounds, but presently he aimed his shafts at the people themselves,

and all day long the pyres of the dead were burning.

For nine whole days he shot his arrows among the people, but upon

the tenth day Achilles called them in assembly- moved thereto by Juno,

who saw the Achaeans in their death-throes and had compassion upon

them. Then, when they were got together, he rose and spoke among them.

"Son of Atreus," said he, "I deem that we should now turn roving

home if we would escape destruction, for we are being cut down by

war and pestilence at once. Let us ask some priest or prophet, or some

reader of dreams (for dreams, too, are of Jove) who can tell us why

Phoebus Apollo is so angry, and say whether it is for some vow that we

have broken, or hecatomb that we have not offered, and whether he will

accept the savour of lambs and goats without blemish, so as to take

away the plague from us."

With these words he sat down, and Calchas son of Thestor, wisest

of augurs, who knew things past present and to come, rose to speak. He

it was who had guided the Achaeans with their fleet to Ilius,

through the prophesyings with which Phoebus Apollo had inspired him.

With all sincerity and goodwill he addressed them thus:-

"Achilles, loved of heaven, you bid me tell you about the anger of

King Apollo, I will therefore do so; but consider first and swear that

you will stand by me heartily in word and deed, for I know that I

shall offend one who rules the Argives with might, to whom all the

Achaeans are in subjection. A plain man cannot stand against the anger

of a king, who if he swallow his displeasure now, will yet nurse

revenge till he has wreaked it. Consider, therefore, whether or no you

will protect me."

And Achilles answered, "Fear not, but speak as it is borne in upon

you from heaven, for by Apollo, Calchas, to whom you pray, and whose

oracles you reveal to us, not a Danaan at our ships shall lay his hand

upon you, while I yet live to look upon the face of the earth- no, not

though you name Agamemnon himself, who is by far the foremost of the

Achaeans."

Thereon the seer spoke boldly. "The god," he said, "is angry neither

about vow nor hecatomb, but for his priest's sake, whom Agamemnon

has dishonoured, in that he would not free his daughter nor take a

ransom for her; therefore has he sent these evils upon us, and will

yet send others. He will not deliver the Danaans from this

pestilence till Agamemnon has restored the girl without fee or

ransom to her father, and has sent a holy hecatomb to Chryse. Thus

we may perhaps appease him."

With these words he sat down, and Agamemnon rose in anger. His heart

was black with rage, and his eyes flashed fire as he scowled on

Calchas and said, "Seer of evil, you never yet prophesied smooth

things concerning me, but have ever loved to foretell that which was

evil. You have brought me neither comfort nor performance; and now you

come seeing among Danaans, and saying that Apollo has plagued us

because I would not take a ransom for this girl, the daughter of

Chryses. I have set my heart on keeping her in my own house, for I

love her better even than my own wife Clytemnestra, whose peer she

is alike in form and feature, in understanding and accomplishments.

Still I will give her up if I must, for I would have the people

live, not die; but you must find me a prize instead, or I alone

among the Argives shall be without one. This is not well; for you

behold, all of you, that my prize is to go elsewhither."

And Achilles answered, "Most noble son of Atreus, covetous beyond

all mankind, how shall the Achaeans find you another prize? We have no

common store from which to take one. Those we took from the cities

have been awarded; we cannot disallow the awards that have been made

already. Give this girl, therefore, to the god, and if ever Jove

grants us to sack the city of Troy we will requite you three and

fourfold."

Then Agamemnon said, "Achilles, valiant though you be, you shall not

thus outwit me. You shall not overreach and you shall not persuade me.

Are you to keep your own prize, while I sit tamely under my loss and

give up the girl at your bidding? Let the Achaeans find me a prize

in fair exchange to my liking, or I will come and take your own, or

that of Ajax or of Ulysses; and he to whomsoever I may come shall

rue my coming. But of this we will take thought hereafter; for the

present, let us draw a ship into the sea, and find a crew for her

expressly; let us put a hecatomb on board, and let us send Chryseis

also; further, let some chief man among us be in command, either Ajax,

or Idomeneus, or yourself, son of Peleus, mighty warrior that you are,

that we may offer sacrifice and appease the the anger of the god."

Achilles scowled at him and answered, "You are steeped in

insolence and lust of gain. With what heart can any of the Achaeans do

your bidding, either on foray or in open fighting? I came not

warring here for any ill the Trojans had done me. I have no quarrel

with them. They have not raided my cattle nor my horses, nor cut

down my harvests on the rich plains of Phthia; for between me and them

there is a great space, both mountain and sounding sea. We have

followed you, Sir Insolence! for your pleasure, not ours- to gain

satisfaction from the Trojans for your shameless self and for

Menelaus. You forget this, and threaten to rob me of the prize for

which I have toiled, and which the sons of the Achaeans have given me.

Never when the Achaeans sack any rich city of the Trojans do I receive

so good a prize as you do, though it is my hands that do the better

part of the fighting. When the sharing comes, your share is far the

largest, and I, forsooth, must go back to my ships, take what I can

get and be thankful, when my labour of fighting is done. Now,

therefore, I shall go back to Phthia; it will be much better for me to

return home with my ships, for I will not stay here dishonoured to

gather gold and substance for you."

And Agamemnon answered, "Fly if you will, I shall make you no

prayers to stay you. I have others here who will do me honour, and

above all Jove, the lord of counsel. There is no king here so

hateful to me as you are, for you are ever quarrelsome and ill

affected. What though you be brave? Was it not heaven that made you

so? Go home, then, with your ships and comrades to lord it over the

Myrmidons. I care neither for you nor for your anger; and thus will

I do: since Phoebus Apollo is taking Chryseis from me, I shall send

her with my ship and my followers, but I shall come to your tent and

take your own prize Briseis, that you may learn how much stronger I am

than you are, and that another may fear to set himself up as equal

or comparable with me."

The son of Peleus was furious, and his heart within his shaggy

breast was divided whether to draw his sword, push the others aside,

and kill the son of Atreus, or to restrain himself and check his

anger. While he was thus in two minds, and was drawing his mighty

sword from its scabbard, Minerva came down from heaven (for Juno had

sent her in the love she bore to them both), and seized the son of

Peleus by his yellow hair, visible to him alone, for of the others

no man could see her. Achilles turned in amaze, and by the fire that

flashed from her eyes at once knew that she was Minerva. "Why are

you here," said he, "daughter of aegis-bearing Jove? To see the

pride of Agamemnon, son of Atreus? Let me tell you- and it shall

surely be- he shall pay for this insolence with his life."

IM FED UP WRITING ALL THIS OUT...FROM MEMORY TOO.....SO YOU CAN GUES WHAT HAPPENS NEXT..... :D
 
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I See u learned the art of cut and paste Johnie boy!
 
dawn said:
I See u learned the art of cut and paste Johnie boy!
PERISH THE THOUGHT DAWNY IM DISAPPOINTED THAT YOU THINK ID SUCCUMB TO SUCH LEVELS..... ! ive got fingers of fire and can type and txt like a mad man!

j :oops: hn
 
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I've read the Iliad and the Odyssey too :b John I can loan you my copy if your interested but then you've probably got that one commited to memory anyway!
 

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