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Josephine Tey was a pseudonym used by Elizabeth MacKintosh (1896 – 1952), a Scottish author best remembered for her mystery novels. She also wrote plays under the name Gordon Daviot . MacKintosh was born in Inverness, the oldest of three daughters. She attended Inverness Royal Academy and then, in 1914, Anstey Physical Training College in Erdington, a suburb of Birmingham. She taught physical training at various schools for girls in England and Scotland and during her vacations worked at a convalescent home in Inverness as a Voluntary Aid Detachment nurse. A youthful romance ended with her soldier friend’s death in the Somme battles. In 1923, she returned to Inverness permanently to care for her invalid mother, and stayed after her mother’s death that year to keep house for her father. She used her experiences in schools and her various jobs as the basis for her novels.
“The trouble with you, dear, is that you think an angel of the Lord as a creature with wings, whereas he is probably a scruffy little man with a bowler hat.”
“She put her cup down and sighed again with pleasure. " I can’t think how the Nonconformists have failed to discover coffee ." “Discover it?” " Yes. As a snare. It does far more for one than provide drink. And yet no one preaches about it, or signs pledges about it. Five mouthfuls and the world looks rosy .” "
“The sorrows of humanity are no one’s sorrows, as newspaper readers long ago found out. A frisson of horror may go down one’s spine in wholesale destruction but one’s heart stays unmoved. A thousand people drowned in floods in China are news : a solitary child drowned in a pond is tragedy .”
“Wee Archie was wielding a shepherd’s crook that, as Tommy remarked later, no shepherd would be found dead with, and he was wearing a kilt that no Highlander would dream of being found alive in.”
“Lack of education ," old Mrs. Sharpe said thoughtfully, " is an extraordinary handicap when one is being offensive. They have no resources at all .”
“That was the way with grief: it left you alone for months on end until you thought that you were cured, and then without warning it blotted out all sunlight.”
"She felt sympathetic to this unknown Miss Thomas. Bed was a charming place at any time, but if one was so sleepy that neither riotous bell ringing nor the wails of a colleague made any impression, then getting up in the morning must be torture. Welsh, too, probably. All Thomas’s were Welsh. Celts hate getting up.”
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- - - - - - -“She put her cup down and sighed again with pleasure. " I can’t think how the Nonconformists have failed to discover coffee ." “Discover it?” " Yes. As a snare. It does far more for one than provide drink. And yet no one preaches about it, or signs pledges about it. Five mouthfuls and the world looks rosy .” "
“The sorrows of humanity are no one’s sorrows, as newspaper readers long ago found out. A frisson of horror may go down one’s spine in wholesale destruction but one’s heart stays unmoved. A thousand people drowned in floods in China are news : a solitary child drowned in a pond is tragedy .”
“Wee Archie was wielding a shepherd’s crook that, as Tommy remarked later, no shepherd would be found dead with, and he was wearing a kilt that no Highlander would dream of being found alive in.”
“Lack of education ," old Mrs. Sharpe said thoughtfully, " is an extraordinary handicap when one is being offensive. They have no resources at all .”
“That was the way with grief: it left you alone for months on end until you thought that you were cured, and then without warning it blotted out all sunlight.”
"She felt sympathetic to this unknown Miss Thomas. Bed was a charming place at any time, but if one was so sleepy that neither riotous bell ringing nor the wails of a colleague made any impression, then getting up in the morning must be torture. Welsh, too, probably. All Thomas’s were Welsh. Celts hate getting up.”
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