I will be mad with it soon.
I keep getting wrong books, wrong editions actually.
My favorite cover picture is this series http://browseinside.harpercollins.co.uk/index.aspx?isbn13=9780006499152 Harper Collins 2003 (I guess). For some bloody reason I keep getting 1997 or something. Damn.

There are given:

Oh, dear! It was long ago since I've posted here for the last time. I finished The Reverse of the Medal (oh, dear) and  now I  am somewhere in  the middle of  The Letter of Marque (dear-dear Stephen).  I was browsing my diary  lately, in hope to find some hint of when  a certain event  took place, ha-ha, like hell. All I manged to find is that, Houzzay-houzzay-Jack-is-made-post, oh-dear-what's-gonna-be-with-Stephen, I-am-on-deck-of-dear-Surprise, hey-I-love-O'Brian, O'Brian?, indeed, and-Jack-is-my-everything. And that sort of stuff for half a year!

It was a long time ago when  I promised to  esteven  to post the photo of my model of Gotho Predestinacia, which is the first frigate of Peter The Great. Which I now do. I can't say, that the picture is somewhat near satisfactory, but I promise to post something better as soon as I manage to shoot her. :D

Very-very Happy Birthday, dear esteven!!! Wish you joy and fun!! :D

It was December, 12. (Coming home I understood the magic meaning of the date! :D) I was conducting a lesson, and asked if there was anyone who desires to go to the blackboard to solve the math problem. No one did, thus I pointed randomly on the guy from the first row, who was perusing something in his notebook. "Well, you'll go then..." He lifts his head and amazed I am to gaze directly into young Jack Aubrey's eyes. Grey-blue eyes. Their owner had a yellow ponytail, rather long  and rather greasy. Tall and rather good-looking fellow in his seventeens. The rest of the lesson I spent with foolish smile on my lips and the guy near the blackboard (he volunteered all by himself, honestly!)

Yahooooooo! I've found them. They sorted themselves in some peculiar way indeed. But the stuff from the first chapter is gone anyway. So here they are. I am very lavish with the quotations, btw :D

And who can tell me what the  joke of Molter Vivace is all about?


It is raining here now, and the harsh wind has been blowing all the day. And I've been wondering all the time what  orders Jack would have given for sails for Surprise at sea.

Oh, no! Oh, no! I decided to post the first part of the quotes from The Far Side of the World as I have enormous quantities of them. And then imagine my frustration when I open my lit-file only to find out that in the beginning all the bookmarks were deleted for some infernal reason!! Oh, where is my list of swearing from Aubreyad, is  it gone as well?!

I finished  the Treason's Harbour holding my breath, jumping from line to line, laughing, gasping... But what else is to be expected from O'Brian's book? Lovely twists of the plot, the intrigue is to remain (well, it always  does), lively mix of sadness and fun, of reflections and action. But. There are to many words from me. Voila the Master.


*sighs* I do love the books. I do. And I am happy today.

Up to the middle of chapter 9, I guess..

I've read up to Ch 7 of Treason's Harbour, and at the end of Ch 6 was terrified to find out that the events of the first chapter are somewhat blurred in my mind. That damned RL happens to take to much of my attention already, then what am I to expect next?! 

Anyway,...





And I crave for the hard copies - to make bookmarks, to speckle the paper with pencil-notes, and to save my eyesight from pocket PC.  *sighs*

And I find myself to become more and more Jack-addictive.

which I keep humming under my nose and singing in voice occasionally for last three days ever since I found it in Treason's Harbour . That was delight! People react  inadequately   in most of the cases - they think me to be inadequate.

Anyway, Jack is somewhere near his landfall and I am inclined to have some fun by copying huge quotes. :)

Can't help sharing wonderful stuff, I've found on http://englishtps.org
Naval Warfare Encyclopedia

The password for the archive is englishtips.org

I haven't finished The Ionian Mission yet, but have some few spare minutes and am overflown with desire to remember some stuff.

Yesterday on my way from the room to the bath being occupied with some thoughts about computer and studying I suddenly thought that I had heard the echo of familiar phrase from Dad's TV in the next room. Something about sweethearts. And mad laughter. 'Girl,' I told myself, 'you are going mad.' This was followed with my Dad's question, whether or not the film 'Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World' is worth watching, "they are showing such a shots...". My mad laughter, inner thought of how my Dad comes to forget what I was  have been telling him, and wildest praise of the named movie followed the scene. Today, looking up something for my Dad in the magazine with TV-schedule I bumped into the annotation for the named movie. Dear me. It was not funny. It was pathetic. I've learned much new. First of all, dear old Surprise is Her Majesty Ship (God, Save King George). And she (the ship, not majesty) is furrowing the Atlantic Ocean, receiving the orders. By e-mail, no doubt. But poor frenchmen... Acheron, you say? Well, Archeron it was.  And this ship is, brace yourself, she is ... a pirate. Piratical French ship. Poor Jack. But here his mischiefs are not to be ended. First of all he must "take the ship as a prisoner", but that damned ship, and now keep your  countenance if you can,  'possesses the unique ability to appear from nowhere'. Blimey!  "But the order is to be fulfilled and Aubrey makes a decision to chase the enemy to victorious end". God, stop saving King George, save me instead. 

and I am still around, but quite panic-stricken glancing at the calendar. A bit invaded by RL, I try to work out how I am to do all what I should do and still to do it in time, as otherwise it will be just impossible to do. I am even still on The Ionian Mission (all the february). Though the latter fact is perhaps not so much due to the stuff I am trying to be occupied with (I read books at any events in my life, as I eat and breath) but due to my sudden discovery of Jane Austen in general and her Pride and Prejudice in particular. :D
Still, I hope I will be able to pop up now and then, so do not forget me entirely. :D

Marching from point A to point B today I found myself engaged into thoughts of 10 Books To An Island. And I was much perplexed. Ten books there are. And now after some prolonged consideration two of them have been occupied with the books from Aubreyad. And I am only on The Ionian Mission. So perhaps it is mire proper to consider all the  Aubreyad as one book, to save the explanation? But it is somewhat cheating a little. You can put as well there the-collected-works-by-dunno-who. But on the other hand  it  is highly  stupid  to  divide  it into 21 books. And besides, and that  drives me nuts in case I  find myself on an island, I was unable to put all  books I had had in mind into that ten, even with two O'Brians...

Today's Jules Verne's anniversary. He was born February 8, 1828. So he is 180 years.



My whole childhood and youth passed under the influence of his works and his characters. And every new author, which has been discovered later has been always inevitably compared to Jules Verne. And many of them failed this comparison and were forgotten. To surpass him? No. But I am happy do discover books which are bringing me now that all-absorbing ecstasy of reading Jules Verne in my early years. And that's the highest praise.
 His versatile professional engineer Cyrus Smith, captain Pencroff, noble and daring Lord Glenarvan, mysterious and ingenious Captain Nemo, the personification of the real enthralled scientist  Jacques Paganel, phlegmatic and persistent Phileas Fogg, his intrepid dashing youths - Robert Grant, Gerbert, Dick Sand they were always a greatest inspirations and models of behavior for me. Jules Verne has everything in his novels, which is dear to my rebellious heart and soul:  travels, adventures,  praising of science and knowledge and progress, strong characters, enterprising men, sea, far away lands, unknown shores populated with wonderful beasts, the passion of freedom and for freedom. His books were on the edge of his time and the air of vent moderne is sensed as a fresh  gale from his pages.

Et moi, ..., si j'avait su comment en revenir, je n'y serais point allé.
                                                                                     Jules Verne

Bon anniversaire, Monsieur Jules Verne! Et merci beaucoup!