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  1. Feb 2021
  2. Oct 2020
    1. an old towel with a knot in it

      I wonder if William's dislike for the new toys is that they're foreign, that they're like too extravagant for the kids, or simply just "back in my day" nostalgia. It seems like a mix, but this passage about his toy makes it seem like he's implying that sort of like modern boomer sentiment we see where older generations think kids have it too easy/are spoiled now.

    1. “It was a young boy I used to know,” she answered, “named Michael Furey. He used to sing that song, The Lass of Aughrim. He was very delicate.”

      Here the sense of nostalgia for an authentic Irish folk identity, located in a traditional pastoral world, is mapped onto personal nostalgia for a lost love

    2. O, the rain falls on my heavy locks And the dew wets my skin, My babe lies cold....

      Irish folk song

    3. Listening tonight to the names of all those great singers of the past it seemed to me, I must confess, that we were living in a less spacious age. Those days might, without exaggeration, be called spacious days: and if they are gone beyond recall let us hope, at least, that in gatherings such as this we shall still speak of them with pride and affection, still cherish in our hearts the memory of those dead and gone great ones whose fame the world will not willingly let die.”

      The spacious past

    4. “For me,” said Aunt Kate, who had been picking a bone, “there was only one tenor. To please me, I mean. But I suppose none of you ever heard of him.” “Who was he, Miss Morkan?” asked Mr Bartell D’Arcy politely. “His name,” said Aunt Kate, “was Parkinson. I heard him when he was in his prime and I think he had then the purest tenor voice that was ever put into a man’s throat.” “Strange,” said Mr Bartell D’Arcy. “I never even heard of him.” “Yes, yes, Miss Morkan is right,” said Mr Browne. “I remember hearing of old Parkinson but he’s too far back for me.” “A beautiful pure sweet mellow English tenor,” said Aunt Kate with enthusiasm.
    5. Nobody answered this question and Mary Jane led the table back to the legitimate opera. One of her pupils had given her a pass for Mignon. Of course it was very fine, she said, but it made her think of poor Georgina Burns. Mr Browne could go back farther still, to the old Italian companies that used to come to Dublin—Tietjens, Ilma de Murzka, Campanini, the great Trebelli, Giuglini, Ravelli, Aramburo. Those were the days, he said, when there was something like singing to be heard in Dublin. He told too of how the top gallery of the old Royal used to be packed night after night, of how one night an Italian tenor had sung five encores to Let me like a Soldier fall, introducing a high C every time, and of how the gallery boys would sometimes in their enthusiasm unyoke the horses from the carriage of some great prima donna and pull her themselves through the streets to her hotel. Why did they never play the grand old operas now, he asked, Dinorah, Lucrezia Borgia? Because they could not get the voices to sing them: that was why.

      Nostalgia

    6. It was that of an old song of Aunt Julia’s—Arrayed for the Bridal.

      Nostalgia

  3. Jul 2017
    1. where nostalgia (“Make America Great Again”) has replaced historical consciousness or felt experiences of the past

      nostalgia as a pomo characteristic, but also a key part of these narratives contra pomo