W. S. Maugham, The summing up (1938), 77-8
A digital form of the sadly lost fashion for copying out memorable passages from texts. I kept losing my actual book.
Wednesday, 30 November 2022
They are easily disillusioned and then they are angry with you, for it was the illusion they loved
Tuesday, 29 November 2022
I still remember the rather absurd arguments that were held about the calling I should adopt
W. S. Maugham, The summing up (1938), 59-60
Monday, 28 November 2022
Immortality for literary productions lasts in any case but a few hundred years
Sunday, 27 November 2022
When I met him again years later, he still knew every joke I'd used in my debut performance and recited them back to me.
[Bob] Monkhouse was a student of comedy who taped every comedy radio show and videoed the debut set of every comic working in television. He knew everyone's act. When I met him again years later, he still knew every joke I'd used in my debut performance and recited them back to me.
L. Henry, Who am I, again? (2019), 107-8
Wednesday, 12 October 2022
It turns out that the calmer this Hulk gets, the stronger she gets
It turns out that the calmer this Hulk [She Hulk] gets, the stronger she gets ... the story’s climax involves her whaling the bejeesus out of the Dark Avengers as she meditates: “I flow with the universe. I bend like the supple reed. I envelop my enemies.”
D. Wolk, All of the Marvels (2015), 251 and footnote
Tuesday, 11 October 2022
its only legible words of dialogue are the few that the dog understands
One issue is presented from the point of view of Hawkeye’s dog, Lucky: its only legible words of dialogue are the few that Lucky understands, its colour palette is limited (to the yellows and blues that dogs can see!) and its ‘narration’ takes the form of associative maps of little icon-like images (a trick lifted from Chris Ware’s comics).
D. Wolk, All of the Marvels (2021), 22. footnote
Monday, 10 October 2022
The Cedar Walk has been planned and planted by someone was never going to see it
The Cedar Walk has been planned and planted by someone was never going to see it - not him, nor his children, not even his children's children, though they would have had a clearer view of what it was going to be. What amazingly generous confidence in the future those eighteenth-century landscape designers had!
D. Athill, Alive, alive oh! (2015), 23-4