I was rereading John Buchan’s GREENMANTLE* (published 1916) for the first time since I was a teen and discovered this passage, which I completely missed before.
This is the part where the bold and crafty British spy discovers that it’s worse than he suspected. His nemesis is a cruel German military man, that he knew. But now he quails: this man has a pretty drawing room.
Anything could happen.
*no, there are no Raven Cycle clues to be had here
This week, we are sad to say goodbye to Judith Luna, the Senior Commissioning Editor of the Oxford World’s Classics series. To make the pain more bearable, we designed two cakes in the shape of Oxford World’s Classics jacket covers.
The messages on both cakes are not very subtle and demonstrate how sad we are that she is leaving after thirty-nine years working at OUP.
Images by Kirsty Doole for Oxford University Press.
John Buchan: In every relationship, I think, one person loves the other person more. But hopefully it’s close and hopefully it goes up and down a little bit, you know? But it seems to me you never can both equally love each other the same amount. It’s unfortunate, but it’s just sort of a fact of life.
In the very centre of the glen, in a loop of the stream, was one copse which even in that half light struck me as different from the others. It was of tall, slim, fairy-like trees, the kind of wood the monks painted in old missals. No, I rejected the thought. It was no Christian wood - “The Grove of Ashtaroth”, John Buchan