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Revisiting the greats, and they let you down
At a loss as to what to read next, I downloaded a copy of Dorothy L Sayers' The Nine Tailors.
This starts with a huge amount of bell-ringing, spelt out and enumerated, which I have skipped over through sheer lack of will.
Lord Peter Wimsey is stranded in a Fenland village when he prangs his motor in the snow on New Year's Eve. Taken in at the Rectory, he is invited to take part in a marathon nine hour bell-ring as one of the team has the flu. Lord P hasn't done any ringing for years, but is soon happily bonging along in the most complicated peal ever, with never a wrong note. He takes a break three hours in, and walks round the churchyard for a cigarette. He spots a light in the distance, as at a cottage, and wonders at who is still up at 3am on New Year's Day.
The church bells have been ringing for 3 solid hours. They will be going on for another 6. It's obvious why they can't sleep.
Lord P, however, is super-human - he not only spends the night on the end of a bell rope, in the freezing cold, but he gets his car fixed and gets back behind the wheel and drives off in the afternoon with no mention of feeling remotely sleepy, just a little muscular tiredness.
Oh dear. This isn't looking good.