I should never be able to fulfil what is, I understand, the first duty of a lecturer to hand you after an hour's discourse a nugget of pure truth to wrap up between the pages of your notebooks and keep on the mantelpiece for ever. How about something from one of the most respected writers of the 20th century.
I need say nothing of the Pedegree of the unfortunate Lady, whose Life I have undertaken to write. The time will never be just right. Prunes and custard followed. Call it method-writing or what have you. I have heard her Friends lament the Disaster of her having had the Small-pox in such an injurious manner, being a beautiful Child before that Distemper; but as that Disease has now left her Face, she has scarce any Pretence to it.
Let yourself be obsessed. I desire thee to peruse it inwardly, when thou art retired, and not to judge of it before thou hast gone through it; and then judge as freely as thou pleasest: It was a plain gravy soup.
Here I stood stript naked of all my Armour, as to my Sense, and exposed to the open Field of Temptation, where I endured the Thunderbolts, and fiery Darts of the Devil. Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in its place?
The underlying concern was, as usual, the maintenance of a balance of power in Europe, for France was threatening to achieve control over Spain and its extensive empire, as well as undue influence in British affairs.
She was, however, a forceful advocate of her own beliefs, and there is little question that for several years she exerted a strong influence over the queen and hence over government policy.
Then there are the books of Nicholas Sparks. Such thoughts were the work of a moment. I really knew how to treat my girl good back then. Due in part to the rise of the modernist aesthetic, Stevenson's work fell out of favor.
I was very sure, Madam, said the Girl, you would have reproached him for it; and I had read, that a Woman who boasts of her Chastity, does but hang out a Flag of Defiance for a new adventure.
As can be seen from these excerpts, the narrator does not appear in a particularly attractive light. I have heard several Wives and Mistresses accuse her of Fascination: Now we meet most often in the main building, in the Goodman Room formerly the Terrace Room. She lets traits serve as clues to what could be fictionalized: Old stories of old deans and old dons came back to mind, but before I had summoned up courage to whistle--it used to be said that at the sound of a whistle old Professor instantly broke into a gallop--the venerable congregation had gone inside.
It was evidently written in some haste; nevertheless, the facts, insofar as they can be checked, seem to be accurate, except for the business about the date of her birth. You have a touch of Chaucer in you, and something of Shakespeare; Dryden, Pope, Tennyson—to mention only the respectable among your ancestors—stir in your blood and sometimes move your pen a little to the right or to the left.
What matters is that you do it. In England at any rate the novel is not a work of art.
Friendship is an offensive word; it imports a kind of equality between the parties; it suffests nothing to the mind of crowns or thrones, high titles, or immense revenues, fountains of honour or fountains of riches, prerogatives which the possessors would have always uppermost in the thoughts of those who are permitted to approach them.
Three biographers talked about their work: For the first time in history there are readers—a large body of people, occupied in business, in sport, in nursing their grandfathers, in tying up parcels behind counters—they all read now; and they want to be told how to read and what to read; and their teachers—the reviewers, the lecturers, the broadcasters—must in all humanity make reading easy for them; assure them that literature is violent and exciting, full of heroes and villains; of hostile forces perpetually in conflict; of fields strewn with bones; of solitary victors riding off on white horses wrapped in black cloaks to meet their death at the turn of the road.
Some have even desired to transcribe it for their edification, and this is the reason I did not send you presently an answer; though it hath been all along upon my mind to express the satisfaction I had at the reading thereof.
She therefore employed most of her time in reading such English and French books which last language she with much difficulty obtained leave to learn as she could meet with till she went to live with her brother, who very joyfully and readily assisted and encouraged her, in her studies, with whom she laboured very hard as long as she lived.
Her refinement is clearly more significant to her than her integrity. Joan Didion was unlike anyone I had ever read before or since; she was more a composer creating arias or an illusionist performing sleight of hand magic than a mere journalist using words instead of mystical incantations.–Virginia Woolf, “Orlando” Writing can be difficult, but sometimes it really does feel like a kind of magic.
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