Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister Flashcards
First line…
Gr-r-r–there go, my heart’s abhorrence!
Flower pots…
Water your damned flower-pots, do!
Blood and killing…
If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, // God’s blood, would not mine kill you!
Hell’s heat…
Hell dry you up with its flames!
Dinner time chat…
I must hear // Wise talk of the kind of weather, // Sort of season, time of year:
Latin…
What’s the Latin name for “parsley”?
Lily…
(He-he! There his lily snaps!)
BD and Sanchicha…
While Brown Dolores // Squats outside the Convent bank, // With Sanchicha, telling stories,
Their hair…
Steeping tresses in the tank, // Blue-black, lustrous, thick like horsehairs,
Cutlery etiquette
Knife and fork he never lays // Cross-wise, to my recollection, // As do I, in Jesu’s praise.
29…
Twenty-nine district damnations,
To hell…
Spin him round and send him flying // Off to hell,
Corrupt book…
Or, my scrofulous French novel
Description of book…
On grey paper with blunt type!
16…
At the woeful sixteenth print,
Satan…
Or, there’s Satan!
Last line…
Hy, Zy, Hine… // ‘St, there’s Vespers! Plena gratia // Ave, Virgo! Gr-r-r–you swine!
