Prunes and Prism

RULES FOR YOUNG LADIES: Some arch advice on snagging a husband. Exercising the mouth into a pretty shape through repetition of certain words seems to have been an indoor sport for young nineteenth-century girls; in Little Dorrit, Charles Dickens' overly bred girl repeats, "papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism." (

Monday, September 18, 2006

Fakt checking

A couple of notes on that last post:

1. In the first photo, that's not a T-70 tank or even, as the Comrade witheringly pointed out, a tank at all. It's just a garden-variety cannon. What can I say -- in the '80s I took Joni Mitchell at face value and resolved to Study War No More.

2. The dozen brides, one of whom is in that last photograph, were at St. Michael's, not Lavra. No one is getting married in Lavra monastery, where one of those Ukrainian grandmas will read your (rosary) beads if you so much as peck your significant other on the cheek after making fun of her for souvenir-shopping in the house of the Lord. Just ask the Comrade.


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