#david daiches

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The proper drinking of Scotch whisky is more than indulgence: it is a toast to civilisation, a tribute to the continuity of culture, a manifesto of man’s determination to use the resources of nature to refresh mind and body and enjoy to the full the senses with which he has been endowed.

- David Daiches

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[ A Critical History of English Literature, Vol. 1, Prof. David Daiches, first published in 1960 ]

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"the fault, dear Brutus -" (Julius Caesar)

Quotes from A Critical History of English Literature by David Daiches. Panels from Death in the Family, Under the Red Hood, Lost Days, and Batman and Robin.

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Critical History of English Literature, Volume 1 ; David Daiches

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My former English professor is retiring and gave away a bunch of the books in her office. She's a gem. I giddily returned to campus just to sort through her collection. Super excited about the ones I brought home with me. I thought someone else might appreciate some of the books I found.

I've already began poring over the poetry collections, but what should I read first? Are there any that you guys have read that you highly recommend?

Books included in Photo 1:

● Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen (Alta Edition includin Persuasion)

● Robert Burns by David Daiches

● Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy

● Leigh Hunt's What is Poetry? by Albert S. Cook

● Love Letters Between a Nobleman and His Sister by Aphra Behn

● Virginia Woolf: A Biography by Quentin Bell

● Holy Madness: Romantics, Patriots, and Revolutionaries 1776-1871 by Adam Zamoyski

● Earnest Victorians by Robert A. Rosenbaum

● Lord Byron: Selected Letters and Journals by Lord Byron, Leslie A. Marchand (Editor)

Books Included in Photo 2:

● Orlando by Virginia Woolf

● Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

● The Portable Irish Reader, (The Viking portable library) by Diarmuid Russell

● The Last Days of Pompeii by Edward Bulwer-Lytton

● Becoming a Heroine by Rachel M. Brownstein

● To the Lighthouse Virginia Woolf

● East Lynne by Ellen Wood, writing as Mrs Henry Wood

● Poetry and Prose of Alexander Pope edited by Aubrey Williams

● In Memoriam; An Authoritative Text, Backgrounds and Sources, Criticism (Norton Critical Editions) by Alfred Tennyson

● Daughters and Fathers by Lynda E. Boose, Betty S. Flowers

Books Included in Photo 3:

● Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy

● A Sentimental Journey by Laurence Sterne

● Goblin Market and Other Poems by Christina Rossetti (Dover Thrift Editions)

● Sound the Deep Waters: Women's Romantic Poetry in the Victorian Age includes works by Christina Rossetti, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, George Eliot, Alice Meynell, and Edith Nesbit

● The Jane Austen Book Club by Karen Joy Fowler

● The Monsters: Mary Shelley and the Curse of Frankenstein by Thomas Hoobler and Dorothy Hoobler

● Wordsworth and the Poetry of Human Suffering by James H. Averill

● Victorian Ghost Stories: By Eminent Women Writers (Part of the The Virago Book Series) edited by Richard Dalby

● The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood

● Victorian Poetry and Poetics by Walter E. Houghton G. Robert

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4th December 1745: saw Charles Edward Stuart Jacobite army reach Derby.

Many believe that the Jacobite that this could have been a pivotal ,moment doting the ‘45

It was a long march under the leadership of Charles Edward Stuart - also known as 'The Young Pretender' or Bonnie Prince Charlie. The journey was part of their bid to reach London and overthrow the incumbent monarchy of George II.

Altrincham a small town south of Manchester, and not too far north of Derby was about as far south as the Jacobites ever reached in their campaign. They eventually turned back. It is arguably the greatest ‘what if’ in Scottish history

If you can find a copy, the best account of the ’45 is by David Daiches in his magisterial Charles Edward Stuart: The Life and Times of Bonnie Prince published in 1973.

On 3rd December 1745 word reached Derby that a nine or ten thousand strong Jacobite army was about to arrive.e newly formed Derbyshire Blues, under the command of the Duke of Devonshire, decided to retreat fifty miles to Retford and left Derby to its fate.

True enough the following day the Jacobite army entered Derby, having marched south from Carlisle on 18th November. The entry of the army into the town was carefully planned to give the impression that Charles did indeed have 9,000 men, though the true number was a lot less. At eleven o’clock in the morning the vanguard, consisting of some thirty horse entered the town and ordered quarters for nine thousand men. In the afternoon the life-guards and some of the principal officers on horseback arrived and this was followed by the main body through the course of the evening; entering in detached parties to make the army appear as numerous as possible. The capital was said to be in panic and the Bank of England in chaos as neither Cumberland's or Wades armies were well placed to tackle the Jacobite army.

The next day, 5th December, the Jacobites called a council meeting in Exeter House to decide the best way to proceed. They were now only 125 miles from London, just six days march and while Charles wanted to continue south and take on London many were against this decision. With the two government armies behind them and a third army defending London some Jacobites were worried they didn’t have enough support. They had not gathered many men on their route south and the long-promised French help had failed to materialise.

Lord George Murray argued that during their march south they had seen more enemies for their cause than friends and he feared being penned in on three sides. He argued that even if the Jacobite army defeated the Government armies on the day, they would undoubtedly lose men and be unfit to face a second battle. If they were defeated so far from home then the reality was they would be captured and likely sentenced to death. The Prince was forced to admit he had no promise of support from English Jacobites and no idea when or if the French would invade.

The first pic is by English artist Tom Colley over a hundred years later, the next is the Bonnie Prince Charlie statue, Derby.

No matter what side you suppoert, I think it is a disgrace that we do not have a statue in Scotland of the Prince, and likewise there are very few to another of the Stewart monarchs Mary Queen of Scots.

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source:[ A Critical History of English Literature, Vol. 1, Prof. David Daiches, first published in 1960 ]

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[ A Critical History of English Literature, Vol. 1, Prof. David Daiches, first published in 1960 ]

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[ A Critical History of English Literature, Vol. 1, Prof. David Daiches, first published in 1960 ]

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The proper drinking of Scotch whisky is more than indulgence: it is a toast to civilisation, a tribute to the continuity of culture, a manifesto of man’s determination to use the resources of nature to refresh mind and body and enjoy to the full the senses with which he has been endowed.

- David Daiches

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Cosmogony by David Daiches

High up are the angels with best quality wings very high they are and we cannot see them the fat little cherubs with pink and white cheeks and the older members in flowing white robes high up are the angels that play in the band but on earth no one has heard their music and our dull sight remains below the clouds. 

Down below are the devils with genuine horns down down under the world where no man goes frolicking evil beside the great fire tail-twitching malice stroking continually down below are the devils the fallen ones they rise to torment us only in sleep and when morning comes they are gone. 

Here is Mr. L. Smith retail grocer shirt-sleeved by the counter with oily face Lady Plumtree stepped in to order canned asparagus in person and made two remarks about the weather here is Mr. L. Smith he has a gold watch in his waistcoat and his wife to whom he gives no satisfaction is reading a book on sex in the back room ready to hide it when her lord comes in.

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I was reading about 18th century English literature and came across this line. It's fascinating to see how certain aspects of our society that we think are unique to our own time and place have already happened before, and have probably started back then and have been happening continuously ever since.

Line quoted from- Daiches, David. A Critical History of English Literature: The Restoration to the Present Day Vol. 2. pp- 592

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A Critical History of English Literature

A Critical History of English Literature

A Critical History of English Literature David Daiches Contains volumes one and two of the edition first published 1969 Categories: Reference – Writing Year: 1994 Edition: 2Rev Ed Publisher: Random House (UK) Language: english Pages: 1211 / 275 ISBN 10: 0749318937 ISBN 13: 9780749318932 File: 50.37 MB

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4th December 1745: saw Charles Edward Stuart Jacobite army reach Derby

Many believe that the Jacobite that this could have been a pivotal ,moment doting the ‘45

It was a long march under the leadership of Charles Edward Stuart - also known as 'The Young Pretender' or Bonnie Prince Charlie. The journey was part of their bid to reach London and overthrow the incumbent monarchy of George II.

Altrincham a small town south of Manchester, and not too far north of Derby  was about as far south as the Jacobites ever reached in their campaign. They eventually turned back.  It is arguably the greatest ‘what if’ in Scottish history

If you can find a copy, the best account of the ’45 is by David Daiches in his magisterial Charles Edward Stuart: The Life and Times of Bonnie Prince published in 1973.

On 3rd December 1745 word reached Derby that a nine or ten thousand strong Jacobite army was about to arrive.e newly formed Derbyshire Blues, under the command of the Duke of Devonshire, decided to retreat fifty miles to Retford and left Derby to its fate.

True enough the following day the Jacobite army entered Derby,  having marched south from Carlisle on 18th November. The entry of the army into the town was carefully planned to give the impression that Charles did indeed have 9,000 men, though the true number was a lot less. At eleven o’clock in the morning the vanguard, consisting of some thirty horse entered the town and ordered quarters for nine thousand men. In the afternoon the life-guards and some of the principal officers on horseback arrived and this was followed by the main body through the course of the evening; entering in detached parties to make the army appear as numerous as possible.  The capital was said to be in panic and the Bank of England in chaos as neither Cumberland's or Wades armies were well placed to tackle the Jacobite army.

The next day, 5th December, the Jacobites called a council meeting in Exeter House to decide the best way to proceed. They were now only 125 miles from London, just six days march and while Charles wanted to continue south and take on London many were against this decision. With the two government armies behind them and a third army defending London some Jacobites were worried they didn’t have enough support. They had not gathered many men on their route south and the long-promised French help had failed to materialise.

 Lord George Murray argued that during their march south they had seen more enemies for their cause than friends and he feared being penned in on three sides. He argued that even if the Jacobite army defeated the Government armies on the day, they would undoubtedly lose men and be unfit to face a second battle. If they were defeated so far from home then the reality was they would be captured and likely sentenced to death. The Prince was forced to admit he had no promise of support from English Jacobites and no idea when or if the French would invade.

The first pic is by English artist Tom Colley over a hundred years later, the next is the Bonnie Prince Charlie statue, Derby.

No matter hat side I think it is a disgrace that we do not have a statue in Scotland of the Prince, and likewise there are very few to another of the Stewart monarchs Mary Queen of Scots. 

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Four years later I was again stepping on the same staircase. I was forced for this journey of building a life. Nothing got changed except for my name. It has a 'Doctor' attached to it in the beginning now. The pale yellow walls of my home are still the same, only with patches of spitted 'Paan' on them. The bumpy street with drainage overflowing at the end shares a nostalgic reference. My father was waiting for me with a broad smile and no sooner than I crossed the threshold, my mouth was stuffed with a hundred different kind of Banarasi sweets by my mother. They both appeared the same to me though I looked a way too thin to them. I was happy getting back there but nervousness too sat on the lap of my heart. Meeting my family and planning to meet my friend after ages was a bit too much to take in a single sip. After an hour or two, I was finally in that old room which I once proudly called to be mine. The stickers on the Godrej almirah turned yellow now but my bed and covers were clean. Mommy did put efforts. The old table witnessing my sleepless nights and stash of books including Trueman's, R.S Aggarwal,S.L Arora,David Daiches and Pradeep sat in the corner of my room. I was too tired to revisit them so I crashed on my bed, crumbling the sheets and I was back in my old position, lying on the bed with shoes on and staring at the ceiling fan. I lost the track of time. May be I was gathering ounces of courage to open my drawer as it shields the darkest hours of my life or I was just neglecting the fact that my goals were accomplished and I was back. All this time, my phone was flooded with enormous pictures of guys and their bio datas supplied by my mother to help me in finding my perfect match. Little did she knew was I was steps ahead of her. I found the key at the top of my 6 feets almirah, right where I left it. With dust and spider webs licking my fingers, I managed to wipe that little piece of metal with the hem of my dress. Unlocking the drawer left me with sparkles of memories. Letters, diaries, pieces of papers,old and empty reynold pens, wrappers of eclairs and alpenliebe were smiling at me. And beneath all of them was a piece of cloth! (Read in Comments) (at Brooklyn, New York City) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKgnK9mlhpA/?igshid=1u6gs1ofjwnlr