"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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Sunday, December 26, 2010

* "Great wits are sure to madness…..”

So, this morning I was reading The Norton Reader, an Anthology of Expository Prose [(1965) W. W. Norton and Company, Inc.] edited by Arthur Eastman and various others, when I came across an entry by Dylan Thomas which had originally been included in his book, Quite Early One Morning [(1954) - (I’ll spare you the details)], when this particular story, Memories of Christmas, caught my attention, not only because yesterday was Christmas but because the first two paragraphs are comprised entirely of just one sentence each (much like this paragraph, only longer).

As I read, notwithstanding the pauses (,) I thought, ‘this is genius’, and I wondered if he had done it on purpose. The little tale is only five pages with the most spectacular descriptive writing. I wasn’t reading at all. I was skating on ice. It was wonderful! Magic!

Of course I'm familiar with Dylan Thomas.
Don’t be silly.
And then,
sotto-voce she said, ‘but I’d never read him before.’

Dylan Thomas
1914 - 1953





probably best known for his poetry:
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night










 
 
*John Dryden (1681)
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