Monday, June 08, 2009

[thought for the day] monday evening


I follow the scent and get excited and once on the scent, I cannot be called off it.  It is ... how shall I call it ... a passion for getting at the truth.  In all the world, there is nothing so curious and so interesting and so beautiful as truth.

[Hercule Poirot, 1934]
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5 comments:

  1. deariemeMonday 8 June 2009 at 22:24:00 GMT+1

    Strange, the power of cheap fiction.

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  2. James HighamMonday 8 June 2009 at 23:00:00 GMT+1

    Do you read fiction, Dearieme? :)

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  3. deariemeTuesday 9 June 2009 at 06:40:00 GMT+1

    In zee case of zee little grey cells, I on zee telly watch it.

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  4. James HighamTuesday 9 June 2009 at 13:44:00 GMT+1

    Yes indeed:

    "M. Poirot walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels, crosses, broken pillars, family vaults, stone hopes praying with upcast eyes, old Belgium's hearts and hands. More sensible to spend the money on some charity for the living. Pray for the repose of the soul of Mr. Bloom. Does anybody really?"

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  5. CherryPieTuesday 9 June 2009 at 22:58:00 GMT+1

    there is nothing so curious and so interesting and so beautiful as truth

    So very true!

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