W. H. D. Rouse
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2,788 appearances
2 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 8 Aug
W. H. D. Rouse’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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They're having their sweet revenge, said the high officer, indicating the young women.
He was an epigrammatic and terse speaker.
When I reflected aloud upon the order and discipline of service which was necessary to maintain more than a thousand roguish persons in idleness, cleanliness, health, peace, and content, in the inelastic forward spaces of the ship, I
He said with a certain grimness, everything has to be screwed up as tight as you can screw it, and you must keep to the round.
What you do today you must do tomorrow.
But what you don't do today you can't get done tomorrow.
Nevertheless it proved to be a very human world, a world in which the personal equation counted.
I remember that while some four hundred in one long hall were applauding home sweet home, very badly fiddled by a gay man on a stool.
Home, sweet home, and half of them Scandinavians, and another four hundred or so were sitting expectant on those multifarious convenient staircases, or wandering in and out of the maze of cubicles that contained fifteen hundred separate berths, and a third four hundred or so in another long hall, were consuming a huge tea.
offered to them by a cohort of stewards in white.
I remember that while all this was going forward and the complex mechanism of the kitchen was in full strain, a little untidy woman, with an infant dragging at one hand and a mug in the other, strolled nonchalantly into the breathless kitchen and said to a hot cook
Please will you get me a drop of milk for this child?
And under the military gaze of the high officer too.
Something awful should have happened.
The engines ought to have stopped.
The woman ought to have been ordered out to instant execution.
The engines did seem to falter for a moment, but the high officer grimly smiled and they went on again.
Gimme your mug, mother, said the cook, and the untidy woman went off with her booty.
Now I'll show you the first class kitchens, the high officer said, and guided me through uncharted territories to chambers where spits were revolving in front of intense heat, and where a confectioner business proceeded night and day, and dough was mixed by electricity, and potatoes peeled by the same, and where a piece of clockwork lifted an egg out of boiling water and
after it had lain therein the number of seconds prescribed by you.
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