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Originally posted by pastoralguy View PostImagine trying to squeeze that on the back of a passport photo!
Lotbinière, then, is in Canada and the name tacked on to that of M. Joly.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by french frank View Post
What a marvellous pageant of heterogeneity &c. &c. [Ed. - Two white males... ]"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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For what it's worth, here's the background to 'The Name' (courtesy of - - the Mail):
Bartolomeo Cuthbert Joly de Lotbiniere has a brother named Bede Massimo, 15, and an 18-year-old sister named Aphra Antonia. His parents are Max, 52, and 51-year-old Amanda...The Joly de Lotbiniere surname was first formed 127 years ago by politician Sir Henri-Gustave Joly de Lotbiniere, the son of Huguenot businessman Pierre-Gustave Joly and Roman Catholic mother Julie-Christine Chartier de Lotbinière. He took on the double-barrelled name following the death of his mother in 1888. French-born Sir Henri-Gustave, who was also a lawyer and lived from 1829 to 1908, served as the Premier of Quebec, a federal cabinet minister in Canada and the Lieutenant Governor of British Columbia.
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Originally posted by gurnemanz View PostI think it picks up a quota of Oxbridge rejects (cf Durham).
Whereas in the very early days it was merely Harriet Harman and Greg Dyke.
One wonders what a different surname may have achieved.
Lat-Lit Verisimilitude ap Betws y Coed or something similar.
As for Hilda, whenever I see that name my mind immediately leaps to Muriel.
(as in wall)
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Originally posted by Caliban View PostWhat a marvellous pageant of heterogeneity &c. &c. [Ed. - Two white males... ]It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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