This because it is never really very cold in England. It is drizzly, and the wind will blow; hail happens, and there is a breed of Tuesday in January in which time creeps and no light comes and the air is full of water and nobody really loves anybody, but still a decent jumper and a waxen jacket lined with wool is sufficient for every weather England's got to give.
Interpretation
The quote depicts the often dreary and damp weather of England while suggesting that one can endure it with the right clothing.
In this quote, Zadie Smith captures the essence of English weather, characterized by its chilliness and dampness, while highlighting a sense of resilience and adaptability to one's surroundings. The imagery of drizzles, wind, and the peculiar Tuesday in January reflects the melancholic atmosphere, but the mention of a 'decent jumper' and a 'waxen jacket' symbolizes the human ability to face challenges and find comfort despite the less-than-ideal circumstances, whether they pertain to the climate or to interpersonal connections.
In practice
Using this quote in a conversation about coping with challenging situations.
Because immigrants have always been particularly prone to repetition - it's something to do with that experience of moving from West to East or East to West or from island to island. Even when you arrive, you're still going back and forth; your children are going round and round. There's no proper term for it - original sin seems too harsh; maybe original trauma would be better.
You know, you don't expect everyone to be as educated as everyone else or have the same achievements, but you expect at least to be offered at least some of the opportunities, and libraries are the most simple and the most open way to give people access to books.
He did not consider if or how or why he loved them. They were just love: they were the first evidence he ever had of love, and they would be the last confirmation of love when everything else fell away.
We cannot be all the writers all the time. We can only be who we are. Which leads me to my second point: writers do not write what they want, they write what they can.
I think of reading like a balanced diet; if your sentences are too baggy, too baroque, cut back on fatty Foster Wallace, say, and pick up Kafka as roughage.
I never attended a creative writing class in my life. I have a horror of them.
There is something frank and joyous and young in the open face of the country. It gives itself ungrudgingly to the moods of the season, holding nothing back.
The wilderness does not make you forget your normal life so much as it removes the distractions for proper remembering.
Tree It is foolish to let a young redwood grow next to a house. Even in this one lifetime, you will have to choose. That great calm being, this clutter of soup pots and books-- Already the first branch-tips brush at the window. Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.
All that man needs for health and healing has been provided by God in nature, the Challenge of science is to find it.
Gardening is not a rational act.
Another day it occurred to me that time as we know it doesn't exist in a lawn, since grass never dies or is allowed to flower and set seed. Lawns are nature purged of sex or death. No wonder Americans like them so much.
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