Brideshead Revisited - BR Castle Flashcards
A multitude…
Of sweet and natural and long forgotten sounds […] a conjuror’s name of such ancient power […] the phantoms of those haunted late years began to take flight.
Exquisite…
Manmade landscape […] a sequestered place, enclosed and embraced […] the ground led, still unravished , to the neighbourly horizon
Vast,twin…
Fireplaces of sculptured marble, the coved ceiling frescoed […] gilt mirrors and scagliola pilasters
The windows were…
Opened to the stars and the scented air, to the indigo and silver, moonlit landscape of the valley
I, at any rate,
Believed myself very near heaven, during those languid days at Brideshead
I felt a whole…
New system of nerves alive within me, as though the water that spurted and bubbled among its stones, was indeed a life giving spring
I abominate…
The English countryside. I suppose it is a disgraceful thing to inherit great responsibilities and to be entirely indifferent to them
You find me in…
Solitary possession […] and indeed he seemed to possess the hall […] to possess the caryatids […] to possess me
That enchanted palace
Vs.
After a long captivity in the sunless coral palaces
Here, where…
Wealth is no longer gorgeous and power has no dignity
The sun had sunk […]
The lakes below us were aflame; the light grew in strength and splendour as it neared death, drawing long shadows
This is Rex’s…
House at the moment, so far as it’s anybody’s
Need I reproach myself if…
Sometimes I was taken by the vision?
Brideshead offers…
Charles a chance to relive a more meaningful childhood - David Rothstein
I grew younger…
daily with each adult habit I acquired […] a brief spell of what I had never known, a happy childhood […] its naughtiness high in the catalogue of grave sins
There was something of…
Nursery freshness about us that fell short of the joy of innocence
Lord M flies the flag that:
Had not flown for twenty-five years
The chapel…
Showed no ill-effects of its long neglect
It was an aesthetic…
Education to live within those walls
The Soanesque library […]
Mandarins, painted paper and Chippendale fretwork
I began to mourn […]
The loss of something I had known in the drawing room of Marchmain house […] in a word, the inspiration
My work…
Had nothing to recommend it except my growing technical skill
Charles’ outlook on his older self:
“Disillusion”
“entirely indifferent”
“Nothing more than acquiescence”
We would leave…
The golden candle light of the dining room for the starlight outside and sit on the edge of the fountain, cooling our hands in the water and listening drunkenly to its splash and gurgle over the rocks
