Andrey (azangru) wrote,

A fragment from Colin Dexter's Inspector Morse with two endearing qualities. First, it reminds me that I do not really have a full grasp on how the past perfect tense functions. I do not really understand why when Morse — granted, a reminiscing Morse, — was fifteen he had fallen, not fell, in love with a girl, and why the tense persists even referring to the subsequent events. I wouldn't have produced such grammar.

The other is that several paragraphs later, Dexter intrigues the reader with Catullus's poem that he uses for the epigraph. Specifically, with the first word of the last line, over which, it turns out, a lot of ink has been spilled. Dutifully intrigued, I found this commentary on Google Books:


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