an essay with all quotations do

~Alfred Kazin, , February 1963


i never think at all when i write
nobody can do two things at the same time
and do them both well
~Don Marquis, , 1933


A typical Mailer bon mot: an impeccable thought and an elegant formulation, preceded by seven words of needless mush.

QUOTATIONS FROM CHILDREN'S BIBLE ESSAYS

~James Lendall Basford (1845–1915), , 1882The pen is a tree whose fruit is expression.

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Descriptivewords show the narrator's con-sciousness of the boy's response to beauty and the response of theneighborhood people,who are blind to beauty: North RichmondStreet is "blind"; its houses, inhabited by "decent"people, stare un-seeingly at one another-and all this is under a sky of "ever-changingviolet," in a settingof gardens marred by the "odours of ash-pits"and "dark odorous stables." The boy's own house,which had form-erly been inhabited by a priest, is placed in a garden like that ofEden.

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. George Bernard Shaw satirised the practice in ,in which the surgeon, Cutler Walpole - commonly thought to be based onSir William Arbuthnot Lane... - finds an inessential organ, thenuciform sac; this he gives out to be and earns social and pecuniary success by relieving his gratefulpatients of it. In the years before Shaw wrote the play surgeons hadfor instance been taking out healthy ovaries from untold thousands ofwomen as a cure-all for undiagnosed conditions. This operation at thetime had a mortality rate of some 20 per cent.


I wanted to improve my writing skills

He thought his happiness was complete when, as he meandered aimlessly along, suddenly he stood by the edge of a full-fed river. Never in his life had he seen a river before—this sleek, sinuous, full-bodied animal, chasing and chuckling, gripping things with a gurgle and leaving them with a laugh, to fling itself on fresh playmates that shook themselves free, and were caught and held again. All as a-shake and a-shiver—glints and gleams and sparkles, rustle and swirl, chatter and bubble. The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spellbound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea. — (Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows)

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Nobody seems to have questioned the reality ofptosis ["droppedorgans"] for some fifty years, but the medical profession took a gripon itself in the late 1920s, when doubts were at last voiced. Over thenext two decades ptosis quietly slipped out of the text-books, but insome centres floating kidneys were still being surgically corrected inthe years fol­lowing the Second World War. Ann Dally reports sightingsof dropped organ diagnoses in 1992, however, so one cannot be sure thatpatients are not even now being subjected to this highly unpleasantordeal. Tonsillectomy, to which untold numbers of children weresubjected during the first half of the twentieth century, wasfortunately in general without overt ill-effects, and so its efficacywas barely ques­tioned until the mid-1950s, when the practice graduallyfell out of favour. The same was true of uterine 'dilatation andcuretage'.

River and Environmental Quotations

The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear
A number in. But what about the brook
That held the house as in an elbow-crook?
I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength
And impulse, having dipped a finger length
And made it leap my knuckle, having tossed
A flower to try its currents where they crossed.
The meadow grass could be cemented down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple tree be sent to hearth-stone flame.
Is water wood to serve a brook the same?
How else dispose of an immortal force
No longer needed? Staunch it at its source
With cinder loads dumped down? The brook was thrown
Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone
In fetid darkness still to live and run—
And all for nothing it had ever done
Except forget to go in fear perhaps.
No one would know except for ancient maps
That such a brook ran water. But I wonder
If from its being kept forever under
The thoughts may not have risen that so keep
This new-built city from both work and sleep.

(Robert Frost, A Brook in the City)

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It is difficult to find in life any event which so effectually condenses intense nervous sensation into the shortest possible space of time as does the work of shooting, or running an immense rapid. There is no toil, no heart breaking labour about it, but as much coolness, dexterity, and skill as man can throw into the work of hand, eye, and head; knowledge of when to strike and how to do it; knowledge of water and rock, and of the one hundred combinations which rock and water can assume—for these two things, rock and water, taken in the abstract, fail as completely to convey any idea of their fierce embracings in the throes of a rapid as the fire burning quietly in a drawing-room fireplace fails to convey the idea of a house wrapped and sheeted in flames. — (Sir William Francis Butler)