“It is dull, Son of Adam, to drink without eating,” said the Queen presently. “What would you like best to eat?”
“Turkish Delight, please, your Majesty,” said Edmund.
“The Queen let another drop fall from her bottle onto the snow, and instantly there appeared a round box, tied with green silk ribbon, which, when opened, turned out to contain several pounds of the best Turkish Delight. Each piece was sweet and light to the very center and Edmund had never tasted anything more delicious. He was quite warm now, and very comfortable”
The film The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, based on James Thurber’s short story in the 1939 The New Yorker. Ben Stiller plays the main character, Walter, a photo editor at Life magazine responsible for historic photos, who loses a very important and the crucial shot and has to treck, fly, jump and swim around the world chasing its photographer. Great movie to watch.
In honor of the upcoming Raisin festivities, Owl Eyes has virtually interviewed a St. Andrews’ couple that, before getting married in Sallies Chapel after Louise’s graduation in 2012, teamed up during Raisin to be the ultimate mom/dad combo.
For a small town, St. Andrews always seems to offer new places to discover at the beginning of each school year. This semester’s new additions add many diverse (and welcome!) restaurant options. We’ve picked out four that deserve some extra attention.
One of the things I love about St Andrews, is that students throw dinner parties. Not just casual get-togethers or potlucks, but full on, multiple-course dinners. At first, I found this concept to be too grown-up for students on a budget, but I quickly became a fan of these feasts. I have been served everything from scallops, to individual white chocolate crème brulées to imported balsamic vinegar, and usually find myself completely stuffed!
2012 spells dark times for the much-loved British music festival. A combination of rocketing prices, clashes with the London Olympics and lack of decent artists actually willing to come to our small, damp island; the figurative and literal anticipation of stormy clouds ahead has sent all but the most patriotic festival-goer scurrying off to Benicassim. With Glastonbury sitting this year out, and the cancellation of The Big Chill along with many fledgling festivals, the industry is facing a tough time.
Yes, it is Spring. Yes, I am in denial that we had snow a couple of weeks ago and I was forced to get my ski jacket out. Yes, this means a whole new wardrobe! I personally take it upon myself to inject some colour into my closet whenever Spring appears, because despite the temperature drop, the clocks have gone forward, and therefore it is officially summer time.
I write this article rather begrudgingly, because I know what the conclusion will be and I don’t want to accept it. As I don’t own a Kindle and never will do (you may hold me to that) I therefore present a very one sided argument, and stand by the principle that I will continue to purchase actual books even if I’m the only one left buying them. I am willing to accept the physical trials and tribulations which are presented through refusing to yield to the ever more dominant power of the Kindle, meaning cutting down my holiday packing to simply clean underwear if I have to. I will continue to traipse round bookshops all over the country and will delight in buying a book simply for its cover. Most of all, I will savour the weight, smell and feel of a book, and relish the ability to pick it up and put it down without losing my place, only to come back to it years later. Most of all, being able to turn a physical page.
When most people think "comic book”, words that come to mind are not “literature” or “classic.” I used to be like that. The common image of the nerd with his stack of Superman comics was all I really knew about, until I stumbled upon a list in one of my favorite magazines that offered 'The Most Influential Books of the Past 25 Years.' I have always loved both literature and art, so I guess it was just a matter of time until I found the natural combination of the two. And Maus, the two-part comic book by Art Spiegelman, made me fall in love with the graphic novel.