A literary day today - on the subject of a favourite phrase...
It was a dark and stormy night....
I never knew, however, that the phrase actually has its origin in an existing 19th century novel called Paul Clifford by Edward George Earle Bulwer-Lytton. Someone kindly mailed me the full opening sentence to that novel, and only then did I understand how the phrase came by its bad reputation:
"It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents -- except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness."
There even exists a Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest, in which people try to write the worst possible opening sentences for imaginary novels. The entries for the 1983 edition of the contest were compiled by Scott Rice in a book titled, what else, It Was a Dark and Stormy Night. I am told that there were at least three such compilations released.
I also found a link in Terry Pratchett that once again tells me that he and my father had brains that were scrambled in a very similar fashion - for years my father talked of Llamedos (based upon Dylan Thomas's Under Milk Wood Villsage) - it was only in looking up a reference for the man down the Chip Shop that I found the following:
"It was always raining in Llamedos."
"'I'd swear he's elvish.'"
Another day and starting to try to exercise my way out of my bad nack instead of rest my way out.. not sure it will work in 9 days ... we shall give it a good try
Cheers : (still dry)