Brideshead Revisited - Family Flashcards
Here my last love died […]
She was stripped of all enchantment now […] an uncongenial stranger to whom I had bound myself
Even then,
Rapt in the vision, I felt […] an ominous chill at the words he used - not, “that is my house”, but “it’s where my family live”
They’re so madly charming […]
They’d make you their friend not mine, and I won’t let them.
You wanted…
To do sightseeing
I am rather curious…
About people’s families […] it’s not a thing I know about.
Such a very…
Sinister family […] they’re all charming, of course, and quite gruesome
The dinner table…
Was our battlefield
Strife was…
Internecine during the next fortnight
My father had greater…
Reserves to draw on and wider territory for manoeuvre […] he never declared his war aims
Mutilated…
Old trees […] destruction
I felt at heart…
That this was not all which Oxford had to offer
Descent or ascend?…
It seems to me that I grew younger daily with each adult habit I acquired
Its naughtiness…
High in the catalogue of grave sins
There was…
A change in both of us
Anthony Blanche…
Had taken something away with him when he went; he had locked a door
The life that seemed…
To be shrinking in the cold air
Those that have charm…
Don’t really need brains
I wonder is she’s…
Incestuous, I doubt it; all she wants is power
A voice as quiet…
As a prayer, and as powerful
She meanwhile…
Keeps a small gang of enslaved and emaciated prisoners […] she sucks their blood
Voluptuary, …
Byronic, bored, infectiously slothful
She is so much resembled…
Sebastian that, sitting beside her in the gathering dust, I was confused by the double illusion of familiarity and strangeness
We wandered alone…
Through that enchanted palace […] alpine strawberries and warm figs
He’s miserable, …
She bird-happy; Julia and I are half-heathen […] I wish I liked Catholics more
I was drowning…
In honey, stingless
They are full of hate - …
Hate of themselves
Alex was…
Nearly a drunkard when he met me; it is in the blood
Lady M’s brothers
Three legendary heroes
Julia tells me…
You have a tame one called Samgrass
We must make…
A catholic of Charles […] and we had many little talks […] she delicately steered the subject into a holy quarter
There trod the grim invasion…
Of trader, administrator, missionary, tourist […] to turn from the sunlit door and lie alone in the darkness, where the impotent, painted deities paraded the walls in vain, and cough his heart out among the rum bottles
You see Charles, …
I look on you very much as one of ourselves
Both of them…
Unhappy, ashamed and running away. It’s too pitiful
I wondered […]
Whether perhaps there was not on her, too, the same blaze, marking her and hers for destruction by other ways than war
It seems to me that without…
Your religion Sebastian would have the chance to be a happy and healthy man
Just another…
Boring family potin […] it’s too tedious
We have no secrets…
In this house
The subject was everywhere…
In the house like a fire deep in the hold of a ship, below the water-line, black and red in the darkness
I had come to the surface […]
After a long captivity in the sunless coral palaces
Everyone of that sort…
Is poorer than they were in 1914, and the Flytes don’t seem to realise it
Poor mummy.
She really was a femme fatale, wasn’t she? She killed at a touch.
The sun had sunk […]
The lakes below us were aflame; the light grew in strength and splendour as it neared death, drawing long shadows
A rough, healthy, prosperous
Fellow […] Lady Marchmain disliked him
Rex hoped…
To have the whole of Julius dowry in his hands, to make it work for him
[rex was] unnaturally developed; …
Something in a bottle […] something absolutely modern and up-to-date that only this ghastly age could produce
In the end, I couldn’t …
Even give that: I couldn’t even give her life
Charles on why he married Celia
Physical attraction. Ambition […] loneliness, missing Sebastian […] he was the forerunner
Perhaps […]
All our loves are merely hints and symbols […] along the weary road that others have tramped before us
I’m homeless, …
Childless, middle-aged, loveless
Waugh displays…
A lack of sympathy […] for the actual emotions of human beings
Henry Reed
Waugh can only depict divine love as perfect, all other families are flawed
Brideshead Revisited […]
(Represents) The conflict between the imperious demands of faith and the equally urgent claims of earthly affections and desires
Valerie Kennedy
Thus strategists hesitate…
Over the map […] victory and defeat were changes of pin and line. She knew nothing of war.
