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296 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2009
“…Rebuilding a ruined grotto is hardly a practical act. If you ask me, it shows he has a distinctly romantic streak.” [Daisy said.]
“A romantic plumber! Dreadful thought.”
“It does rather boggle the mind,” Daisy agreed laughing.
It was left to Julia to utter what everyone was thinking. “Rhino, you really are irredeemably vulgar.”
Rhino stared at her with blank incomprehension. “You must be thinking of some other fellow,” he said. “My shield has more quarterings than nine out of ten peers. Hasn’t been a commoner in the family in three centuries.”
“Perfect! I suppose they wrote reams of letters about it. And someone saved them all? Being a historian is going to get much more difficult, don’t you think, now that people send telegrams and ring each other up on the phone. No one saves telegrams.”
“That’s an interesting point, Mrs. Fletcher. When it comes to consideration of our times, future historians will have the newspapers, with everything they consider worthy of being printed, and I don’t suppose the bureaucracy will ever cease to produce rivers of paper. But social historians won’t have so much in the way of personal papers to delve into, I guess.”
“Still, most of those personal papers were always produced by a very small section of the population, weren’t they? So history’s been biased towards the rich and literate. Now most people are literate but most can’t afford phones and cables, so they write letters, so history will be biased towards them. Does that make sense?”