Post by bluemaydie on Jul 9, 2009 20:52:51 GMT -5
[Wimsy continued,] "Well now, as to the medical problem -- the means. I must say that up to now that appears completely insoluble. I am baffled, Watson (said he, his hawk-like eyes gleaming angrily from under the half-closed lids). Even I am baffled. But not for long! (he cried, with a magnificent burst of self-confidence). My Honour (capital H) is concerned to track this Human Fiend (capitals) to its hidden source, and nail the whited sepulchre to the mast even though it crush me in the attempt! Loud applause. His chin sank broodingly upon his dressing-gown and he breathed a few guttural notes into the bass saxophone which was the cherished companion of his solitary hours in the bathroom."
Parker ostentatiously took up the book which he had laid aside on Wimsy's entrance.
"Tell me when you've finished," he said, caustically.
"I've hardly begun."
--Dorothy L. Sayers, Unnatural Death
Why, of why, does Sayers' name never seem to come up in discussions of fabulous Catholic fiction? These books are rather fabulous, so why are they overlooked?
Parker ostentatiously took up the book which he had laid aside on Wimsy's entrance.
"Tell me when you've finished," he said, caustically.
"I've hardly begun."
--Dorothy L. Sayers, Unnatural Death
Why, of why, does Sayers' name never seem to come up in discussions of fabulous Catholic fiction? These books are rather fabulous, so why are they overlooked?