Of no human agency or purpose
Ever had that grim feeling as you drive through some urban bleakscape? Utility and ugliness both begin with 'u' but they don't need to be synonymous. I coined the term 'beautility' to capture the meeting point of beauty and utility. You'll see this propounded...
Wine-tasting à l’aristocrat
One of the charms of Brideshead is the free run the two young men occasionally enjoy of this vast, rambling pile, including its copious wine supply. Left to their own devices, they decide to 'study' wine-tasting, following the book until it all becomes a blur. This...
Picking up bear habits
Aloysius must be one of the most famous bears in literature (apart from Winnie the Pooh) although Sebastian's curious relationship with him is never explained. After throwing up through Ryder's window, Sebastian sends a note saying that unless he is permitted to make...
Will to live or fear of death?
This refers to the looming death of the Brideshead patriarch, surrounded by his family. I was struck by the implication that the will to live gives strength, while the fear of death drains it. If you extend that, it might suggest that people are more motivated by...
Evidence of life?
This response by Charles Ryder to his wife's question is striking. While change is inevitable, I am not sure it is 'evidence of life'. The dead also change. Yet given the state of his marriage when his wife posed the question, and the about-to-bloom love with Julia,...
Maps for all comers
I wonder if such a mecca of maps exists? A map for all seasons, all reasons. Maps for thieves to find targets and for the police to find thieves. 'He sold maps to poets that showed where thoughts of power and clarity had come to other poets. He sold well-digging...
Appreciation is a better mode for the understanding of achievement than are all the analytical kinds of accounting for the emergence of exceptional individuals. Appreciation may judge, but always with gratitude, and frequently with awe and wonder.
By ‘appreciation’ I mean something more than ‘adequate esteem’. Need also enters into it, in the particular sense of turning to the genius of others in order to redress a lack in oneself, or finding in genius a stimulus to one’s own powers, whatever these may emerge as being.
Source: Harold Bloom, Genius (London: Fourth Estate, 2002), p. 5
Maps imagined
I love maps and regularly buy them. Here you have a map inside the map-seller's mind, drawing on his knowledge of the world and its ways. If only one could buy some of these maps, such as 'journeys to hidden sources of wisdom'. 'He would close his eyes, seeing clear...
Hello for the first time and goodbye for the last
This beautiful, gentle woman provides a haven to one of the protagonists. A father finding himself, a son finding his father, and maps and lions in between. ‘You make love as if you’re saying hello for the first time and goodbye for the last.’ Source: Russell...
Where place and time meet
Russell Hoban's is one of the most imaginative, limpid novels I have ever read. Maps loom large in it, real and imagined. I loved this meeting of time and place. See you there? "‘There is only one place,’ he said, ‘that place is time, and that time is now. There...
The root of all wisdom
This is surely the crux of Brideshead Revisited and its most arresting, limpid quotation. It comes quite early in the book and it takes until the closing pages to see what that involves. And this in a book where love is thwarted. This was my first reading of...
Glee between two leaves
Ryder's father seems to have a quiet, relentless sadism about him, positively enjoying any discomfiture he can inflict on his son. He's awful. 'I had not seen my father so gleeful since he found two pages of second-century papyrus between the leaves of a Lombardic...
Long range planning
When I look at old or ancient things which we still cherish, I sometimes ask what we are creating today that will endure, not just materially, but in terms of holding value for future generations. This quotation takes that question a step further; not just what are we...
The power of a name
One of the finest devices of Evelyn Waugh's Brideshead Revisited is the flashback from present war to past Arcadia. When Captain Ryder finds himself billeted to Brideshead, his past rises before him like a morning mist. Names, of people or places, can evoke powerful...
Make way for others
This made me laugh but sadly, Thoreau didn't record the response of Dr. Bartlett when his kind invitation was declined. I wonder if there are any statues of Thoreau anywhere, because he would not have approved if so. So, make the most of your time here, and then make...
The liberating influence of a river
I like the idea of a river's motion and indefinite length as being liberating. But I'm pondering corresponding aspects of a lake that might also be liberating: the lack of motion allowing you to float on its surface looking up at the sky? Clearly, we need an essay on...
Joining thought to thought
Thoreau is a vigorous soul and I found it refreshing that he associates vigour with connected thought. As you see from the second quotation below, thinking a thought about life and getting it expressed is a Herculean labour. 'No exercise implies more real manhood and...
My kind of uncle
Wouldn't you love an uncle who could walk up and down both sides of a straight ladder, especially the part about walking down the other side facing away from the ladder, kicking the steps behind him? That sounds like a Jacques Tati kind of uncle. 'Hosmer says that a...
Dumb as …
Thoreau doesn't seem to have had a particularly harmonious relationship with formal religion, and he makes some side-swiping comments about the church and its representatives, while also being an immensely reverent - and in that sense - religious person. 'I see...
The lovable vigour of weeds
Yes, I know what he means. I'm becoming increasingly tolerant of weeds and have started protecting and even nurturing some. As a result, our lawn is taking on the character of a wild flower meadow, and this week I was heartened to see the first invasion of cow...
Me too
And sometimes I'm not even sure I know what I think because it's been so long since I was invited to express it. 'I am surprised as well as delighted when any one wishes to know what I think.' 23 Mar 1853 Source: Henry David Thoreau, The Journal 1837-1861, Damion...
A straight-cut ditch or a meandering brook
Thoreau's comment about education will resonate today with many teachers and students, but I am glad he included the word 'often'. There are many teachers who have (or create) the freedom to turn meandering brooks not into straight-cut ditches but into expanding...
The heart of a rock
Having commented on the inaccessibility of rocks to the human spirit, Thoreau points out how much softer they can be than stony-spirited humans. I smiled when I read that he would escape from hard, insensible men to go and commune with (relatively) soft-hearted...
It is hard to know rocks
I don't know rocks, but I do appreciate stone and am forever finding marvelous pebbles. I've started using them in plant pots to cover the exposed earth; it reduces evaporation and therefore watering, but just as importantly, it looks beautiful. Sometimes when a...
What was Nature thinking of?
Another of Thoreau's amazing fungus finds, only this one comes back to haunt him. Installed in his house it reeks the place out, filling it with the heady vapours of dead rats. As for his comment on nature, I hope it makes you laugh too. See also his parading a...
The fungus and the toadstool
Thoreau has a habit of bringing interesting things home from his walks the better to observe them. Twigs, fungi, animals (which he usually releases). Two examples of his fungus-gathering made me laugh. This one, he takes out into the village, like parading a new dog,...
Watermelon casks
We were working our way through a watermelon even as I came across this quotation. Never thought of them as rolling casks. A little heavy to carry of course, but if you only have get them as far as your boat, and can then rest them there until you reach your picnic...
Benign in his bowels
Don't worry, this is just a metaphor for people who are cloyingly, invasively kind and try to absorb you into their world. This amazing tirade, which takes up half a page, firmly rejects those who are overly friendly and solicitous, with a touch of condescension in...
Don’t try this trick at home
What a joy to read this sentence; there is no limit to the detail and originality of Thoreau's observations. 'A turtle walking is as if a man were to try to walk by sticking his legs and arms merely out of the windows.' 27 May 1853 Source: Henry David Thoreau,...
As dumb as putty
Good we now have another way to tell someone they're dumb - please feel free to revive this fine phrasing next time you need to point out stupidity (your own is also acceptable). But how many inventive phrases get lost because there isn't an all-noting, all recording...
Towing a sinking ship with a canoe
A clear portrayal of something being unequal to the task, Thoreau uses this maritime metaphor to describe words which strike him as inauthentic, being only half justified or improved by some modifier ('church' made true by calling it 'true church' - he doesn't...
Not long to wait, then
At last, we learn that an explanation is on the way. And the day after never isn't far off, now, is it? I'm sure it'll be worth the wait. Meanwhile, I'll just keep asking the question. 'The day after never, we shall have an explanation.' 8 November 1857 ...
As much as if I were a cow
Wonderful character this Henry David, he gets excited when he reads of the 'Land of Grass' and then comments on how curious this is. The image of a cow reading about the Land of Grass is also delightful. You can imagine it calling its travel agent and booking a one...
Death and funerals
Thoreau's tricky relationship with the Church is neatly and humorously summed up here. 'If it were not for death and funerals, I think the institution of the Church would not stand longer.' 15 November 1851 Source: Henry David Thoreau, The Journal 1837-1861,...
Does it?
This theme has been intriguing me - how far is expectation prophecy? How far can you create something by expecting it? Thoreau touches on it a few times. Elsewhere he mentions that fear can create danger and courage dispel it. And what is a sense of expectancy? ...
Black-frogged livery
Of several unbelievable sojourns Leigh Fermor enjoyed in anciently aristocratic homes dotted across central Europe, this may top the lot. He seems to have come from a sufficiently elevated stratum of English society to be able to pitch up here and there, after weeks...
Television as Antichrist
Again, one of the articulate, adorable and utterly opinionated characters in which Ruiz Zafón's book abounds. The doom-laden consequences of television didn't quite pan out as disastrously, but the elaborate and colourful damnation of the poor machine is worthwhile...
We exist while we are remembered
This theme captivates me and I have other quotations on the idea that we live for as long as someone remembers us. The same applies to music, books, places, languages; they die when nobody remembers them. 'He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers...
Presents are for those who give
A generous dismissal of a recipient's need to feel worthy of a gift. Ruiz Zafón's book is full of generous characters and the presents and kindnesses they give. So, use this phrase the next time someone appears overwhelmed by your generosity, it might make them laugh...
The pitfalls of childhood
What a sad commentary on the wounds we inflict on children before they are equipped to comprehend what has happened and perhaps fend off its worst effects. 'One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the...
Forest-haunting Lombards
This is part of a paean to the magic of the forest and the hold it has on our imaginations. But beware the forest-haunting Lombards, who sound like something from the night side of the fairy tale. 'A kind of spell haunts wooded slopes like these: it drives the...
Green-leaf invocations
Surely a practice worth borrowing or reviving? Leigh Fermor describes a woman beginning each verse of her song with such an invocation, a kind of homage to the leaves and the trees. 'She sang a doina to herself as she moved about the yard, each verse beginning "Foaie...
The first and last refuge
On World Music Day, something to ponder alongside the joy of music, whether making or hearing it. 'Music is the first and last refuge of dialogue between people. Suppress that and the only option is war.' Source: Richard Morrison, quoted in The Times, 16 Sep...
The key to the core
Life and Fate is for me one of the greatest novels of the 20th century, chronicling unflinchingly the horrors it inflicted, and written by a journalist who reported from the front line of Stalingrad, who was at the liberation of Treblinka and who lost his own mother...
On the practice of life
Alice Herz-Sommer was a pianist also believed to be the oldest Holocaust survivor, living to 110. She combined an astonishing resilience and a passion for music, and the discipline of the piano she applies adroitly to the business of life. 'The artist’s job is never...
On hearing Beethoven for the first time
Carson McCullers' heroine, the boyish, quirky, imaginative Mick, comes from a rough and tumble poor background. Her only exposure to classical music is to squat outside the houses of rich people so she can listen to broadcasts coming through the open window. This is...
Anachronisms past and future
Perhaps one day the telephone, the wristwatch and haste will seem old-fashioned anachronisms, whereas here, in a library created before the 20th century, they seem futuristic. We may find other ways to talk or communicate than the telephone, other ways to tell the...
Dead languages or dormant minds?
There are some marvelous characters in The Shadow of the Wind, several of them highly opinionated and articulate orators, who express uncompromising views in lapidary language. I liked this round dismissal of languages being dead, the failure being instead our dormant...
On keeping secrets
An intriguing definition of what makes a secret worth keeping - not the secret itself, but those from whom it must be kept. This gripping book-loving adventure in Barcelona is built on generations of secrets slowly coming to light, releasing people from repeating...
Riding bicycles and darning socks
An irreverent assessment of anarchists, though having never knowingly met one, I can't speak for its accuracy. Maybe historically there was something to it, but nobody darns anything nowadays, so it's clearly an anachronism. 'Anarchists - those people who rode...
On thinking things through
Of course, there's a lot to be said for thinking things through, but sometimes 'plunging-off' forms of thought have great value. For one thing, they can get you started on a journey, whereas if you thought it all through you might never begin.A few times I've...
The sea wants to be visited
A memorable Gaelic proverb, 'dh'iarr am muir a thadhal', given that the sea is sometimes welcoming and at other times rebuffing.See also the quote rich mosaic review of this magnificent, entrancing book: a love letter to islands and a paean to the sea. Source: Adam...
Of time and place
Time occupies my mind spaciously, and yet I'd never thought of it like this. Is it true? Think about your past, and whether you can divorce the recollection of time from the place where you experienced it.'You can't remember time, only the places in which time...
Eagles colour the country they inhabit
The opening of this quotation had me asking how we 'colour the country we inhabit'? I also like the following description of this great bird being bothered by small fry, or fly, as an old dog is bothered by gnats.'Eagles colour the country they inhabit, but it is a...
Don’t stand in my way
I love these passing human vignettes which an author could easily edit out for not being central to the story, though they provide much of its texture and richness. Sometimes a few lines mentioning or quoting an individual become the only written record of them...
Heard it on the radio
This sweeping and damning judgement of England, found entirely wanting, is contrasted with the simplicity of the source, the radio. 'Where do you stay?' she said. 'Coit do'n bein sibh?', 'Where do you belong to?''In England.''Where there is no God,' she said, with...
Appetite for the absolute
Perhaps the enduring attraction to island life isn't just to get away from the rest of it, or to enjoy a dreamed of climate and lush fruit, but also a sense - real or imagined - of whittling down to essentials, as desert islanders whittle driftwood. 'Islands feed an...
Alone nothing, together everything
When I searched 'together' to find an image for this simple, striking quotation, I was struck by how many photos of couples it yielded. One of the great togethernesses, of course, but far from being the only one. 'Alone nothing, together everything: that is one of...
Of tea and stars
A charming juxtaposition of homeliness and magnificence - people drinking tea but noticing a sky sprinkled with stars.'I found them at Tea. There were a thousand stars in the Sky.' Thursday 12 November 1801.See the quote-mosaic review of this enchanting journal by a...
The moon shone upon the water below
I liked this expansive moon-scape and the detail of Wordworth keeping his curtains open to see it.'The moon shone upon the water below Silver-how, & above it hung, combining with Silver how on one side, a Bowl-shaped moon the curve downwards – the white fields,...
The cow looked at me looking at the cow
Having done this a number of times, I smiled when I read Dorothy's dilemma in passing the cow. They have an unnerving way of staring you out, which may be nothing more than the vaguest bovine curiosity. I have usually ended up doing a great meander to avoid them. ...
Butterflies of all colours
Dorothy Wordsworth's eye for details, and her care in noting them, are a wonder, allowing her to converse with people born centuries after her. Feeling this easy affinity, I have to wonder if anything we say or write or think will resonate with people 200 years from...
The hugeness of the sea
Being half in love and half terrified of the sea, I also have to suppress the thought of its vastness around and beneath. If I think about it, I feel dizzy and fearful.'I have to suppress that awareness of all that room beneath me. … Do not consider the hugeness of...
An island is loyal
Having a poetic love of the sea and a practical fear of it, the presence and faithfulness of land resonates. Even when I have loved being at sea, on calm bright days, I always feel a primal relief when I touch 'solid' ground.'An island is loyal in a way that a boat...
Do men drown in regret?
Do not drown and do not regret. Just jettison, while you can, 'the stupidities and meannesses, self-delusions and deceits', and sail lighter.'Do men drown regretting what they have done with their lives, all the stupidities and meannesses, the self-delusions and...
Plus ça change…
Although this was written in the context of distant history, our TV screens are awash with images of men being driven to boats in which they drown. By poor soils, poor governance, poor luck.This is a grimmer image than earlier quotations from Nicolson's Sea Room in...
It would have felt good
A persistent question when I read or think about the past, is 'how did they feel?' What was the tint and texture of how people experienced their lives? For obvious reasons historians tend not to pronounce too much on the perception of the world of people who mostly...
Moments of ecstatic ease
Nicolson challenges our perceptions of people in the past, what they felt and what motivated them to embark on often quite risky ventures. I like the idea conveyed here of people taking a chance, of stepping into a moment of 'ecstatic ease' and viewing it as an...
The tide running with you and the sun out
How many times I've read about exploration, about getting in a boat or a ship and chancing it, and yet it seemed a remote thing done by remote people. Thank you Adam for conjuring the motivating currents driving people to embark upon 'a potentially alarming sea'.And...
A sense of happiness in the light of spring
What a beautiful corrective lens for the 'nasty, short and brutish' view of distant human lives. I did not realise the extent to which I imagine the past as a place full of catastrophe and horror until I read this.What if instead, or perhaps 'as well', it was 'a...
Maitreya the Laughing Buddha, my master!
布袋和尚 To celebrate World Laughter Day on 2 May, let me share this life-and-laughter embracing quotation from the classical Chinese Expanded Treasure of Laughter, by Feng Menglong (1574-1646). The beautiful calligraphy in the original Chinese was done by He Yubin, a...
Laughter, the nicest and most exciting subject
This endearing quotation is from the preface to the 16th century Treatise on Laughter (Le traité du ris) by Laurent Joubert. Although he's referring to the study of laughter, it applies to any subject you are passionate about, in which you think that surely you shall...
A certain imperious force of its own
There are many comments on the role of humour and laughter in influencing serious issues. Here the first century Roman writer Quintilian ackowledges that it can 'turn the scale in matters of great importance'. 'Now, though laughter may be regarded as a trivial...
The mission of those who love mankind
This great humanistic cry was for me the most striking thing about Umberto Eco's Name of the Rose. Although he captures it in a religious context whereby the 'Antichrist can be born from piety itself', the lesson is broader. Where anyone is consumed by ideology they...
On life and writing: the fast and the slow of it
I was charmed by Dorothy Wordsworth's journals, wishing I could reverse time's arrow to accompany her on a walk to pick up the post. She writes with dew-fresh realism and warmth and I was amazed at how captivating I found the minutiae of her life.The last few years,...
Waiting for the post
Dorothy Wordsworth's journals were written in the closing years of the 18th century and the opening years of the 19th, when the postal system had not evolved to last-mile delivery. Her diary repeatedly mentions walking to pick up the post. And 'walking' means...
The impatient shout of a thrush
A few years ago I noted Keats' delight in a thrush in his garden, and so found a kindred joy in Dorothy's writing about the singing thrush, which she later describes as 'our own Thrush', mentioning its 'impatient shout'.'The thrush is singing. There are I do believe a...
The proper form of fairy goblets
Acorns as fairy goblets, of course. But what is this 'moss cup' that Dorothy Wordsworth considers a better goblet for a fairy? The world wide web yields only images of porcelain cups with moss in them, or moss shaped in a cup and saucer form, but nothing that would...
Enchanting woods and beautiful trees
The detail, delicacy and richness of Dorothy Wordsworth's descriptions of nature are worthy of Thoreau (whose journal I am now reading and will review in time for the 200th anniversary of his birth).'There the bright moss was bare at the roots of the trees, and the...
Trickster to the gods
Mercurial, I knew about, and the tricksterishness. But I hadn’t encompassed Mercury’s full spectrum – the god of culture, but also the ‘humanizing force’. I will light a candle to any humanizing force. And as an 'irrepressible trickster and joker', he probably...
Foolishness as divine state
This quotation was forwarded to me by the editor of Fools Are Everywhere as we were finalizing the text for publication. It seemed a divine underlining of the book's key message: that the fool fulfils a universal role, as witnessed by his - and occasionally her -...
What is more praiseworthy than truth?
A question that resonates strongly today as we become accustomed to new tropes such as 'alternative facts'. Erasmus' masterpiece, first published in 1515, still has an astonishing freshness and relevance. 'And let me tell you, fools have another gift which is not to...
If the chief is no good…
Written in the 1930s, this still resonates. It's also an unusual example of a fool or clown openly stating that the chief is no good, inciting the elders to get together and choose a new one. It was more usual for the fool to try to influence 'the chief' than...
On being scalped
Hodgson Burnett is best known for The Secret Garden, but she also wrote the well-known though misunderstood Little Lord Fauntleroy. Fauntleroy has had a bad press, and his name can be used to refer to a foppish, prissy, spoiled child with a lace collar. In fact, he's...
Learning to be an earl
The young boy is being groomed to earldom, which includes understanding what being an earl actually means. Here he is accompanied by the lawyer who has brought him from America to live with his grandfather, whose vast estate he will inherit. The boy is used to...
A wooden sword
Little Lord Fauntleroy is born knowing how to treat people, and in treating them equally regardless of status, and always with kindness and sympathy, he is more of a natural aristocratic than his VIP grandad. ‘I’m obliged to him because he once made me a sword out of...
Getting to know your grandfather
The crotchety old man is softened and soothed by his grandson, and responds to his many direct questions with surprising patience. Eventually he allows the small child to make decisions he would never have made himself: letting impoverished tenants with small...
water is…
One bitingly cold morning I was crossing a square in central Liverpool, and noticed some words on the ground. I followed them, and discovered a fluid, limpid elegy to water and its relationship to a coastal city, circumnavigating the square. I love when words are...
Beginnings
According to Adam Nicolson, some of the earliest poems were found in Sumer in cuneiform, dating from nearly two thousand years before Homer's epics were committed to papyrus, around 2600 BC. Only fragments remain. I wonder if anyone has thought of posting those...
Roiling poetry
Written by a poet, this suggests that poems aren't written, but rather roil and form of their own volition. Having had moments of sensing that lines were being written not by but through me, I liked this elemental action of a poem in the making. 'Something nameless...
There is no method but yourself
Wisely or no, this has pretty much been my haphazard method of reading poetry since I left formal study. With occasional blinding insight provided by some of the best writers on poetry, which is to say, its best readers. 'There is no method but yourself, once you have...
The modesty of genius
Humility comes through Keats' letters, though he was also quietly conscious of having something the future would acclaim, even when subjected to scathing reviews (who remembers the reviewers now?). 'I am three and twenty with little knowledge and middling intellect....
Beautiful thoughts
When Laurie Lee was starting out in life, and was far from being yet an 'author', he had some poems published. This was the appreciative reaction of his landlord. ‘Is it really you?’ he asked fastidiously. ‘I wasn’t aware you had such beautiful thoughts.’ ...
A few words of good advice
A cheerily rhyming analysis of the difference between 'poetry' and 'verse'. I may have managed a few verses here and there among a number of ditties, but nothing that has passed this test and so qualifies as poetry. Copyright: Bill Stanton, www.billstanton.co.uk and...
What’s in a word?
This poem was written by a great uncle who shared my grandfather's love of books and became a writer, also earning a degree in English literature in his retirement since there weren't the funds for him to go to university when he was young. I discovered his poems in a...
Golden wine and blessing
Hall's book about living, working and travelling in Romania in the 1930s is warm and engaging, and he meets a number of characters in the general Zorba mould. I wish you golden wine and other blessings. 'So with a bottle of his golden wine and his blessing we walked...
Manners no more
Had to share this one-liner with you, carrying such a sweep of historical perspective and cultural nuance. I hope at least some of you will use it the next time you're confronted with curmudgeonly or uncouth behaviour. Let me know if you do. 'He checked himself and...
Aquatic Englishmen
It can be fun to see ourselves as others see us. Here Donald Hall's Romanian hosts are baffled by and despair of his apparent attachment to water. “It is no good,” grumbled Nicolaie. “He is an Englishman. He loves water. In England it rains all the time. Even here...
Why vampires exist
You've been wondering, of course, whether vampires exist, and now you know that they do, and you know why. May you be spared their soul-drying proximity. “So long as there are people on earth there will be vampires.” “Why?” “Because there will always be some who dry...
Books hidden, books found
Armenians seemed to be particularly adept at averting bibliocide. Some cultures, threatened with bibliocide, committed books to memory. The Armenians, apparently successfully committed to memory the whereabouts of hidden books and then transmitted that memory over...
Hoovering up ideas
There's such a zest to this account of the Armenian approach to dealing with invaders: translate everything you can get your hands on, regardless of your relationship with other nations or cultures. As for Mashtots, inventor of the Armenian alphabet, he should perhaps...
Fuel for the body or mind?
Book burning, or bibliocide, is usually something we associate with ideologues, political or religious, fearful of the free flow of ideas. Here it is a bibliophile scholar who burns them as the only source of fuel during a wartime winter. Note the way he selects some...
Imagination as nothing and everything
I have this sense of duality, of things being ‘at once nothing and everything’, in many regards, not only that of imagination. The details of our lives, by which I mean the tender, joyous, beloved details, are ‘at once nothing and everything'. Our personal, quiet...
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