"It went off very well, I think," said Mr. Grace. "In spite of the heat everyone seemed to be enjoying it, and the bride looked charming."
"It always does, and she always does," declared Liz. "I mean I've never heard of a wedding that didn't go off well, have you, darling? Can you imagine anyone saying, 'It didn't go off very well, did it? And wasn't the bride plain?"
-D. E. Stevenson, The Four Graces, 13.
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Sunday, August 12, 2012
A World Without Shakespeare?!
And what, in God's name, is all this pother about?
...Suppose Shakespeare had been knocked on the head some dark night in Sir Thomas Lucy's preserves, the world would have wagged on better or worse, the pitcher gone to the well, the scythe to the corn, and the student to his book; and no one been any the wiser of the loss. There are not many works extant, if you look the alternative all over, which are worth the price of a pound of tobacco to a man of limited means. This is a sobering reflection for the proudest of our earthly vanities. Even a tobacconist may, upon consideration, find no great cause for personal vainglory in the phrase; for although tobacco is an admirable sedative, the qualities necessary for retailing it are neither rare nor precious in themselves. Alas and alas! you may take it how you will, but the services of no single individual are indispensable.
-Robert Louis Stevenson, An Apology for Idlers, 12.
...Suppose Shakespeare had been knocked on the head some dark night in Sir Thomas Lucy's preserves, the world would have wagged on better or worse, the pitcher gone to the well, the scythe to the corn, and the student to his book; and no one been any the wiser of the loss. There are not many works extant, if you look the alternative all over, which are worth the price of a pound of tobacco to a man of limited means. This is a sobering reflection for the proudest of our earthly vanities. Even a tobacconist may, upon consideration, find no great cause for personal vainglory in the phrase; for although tobacco is an admirable sedative, the qualities necessary for retailing it are neither rare nor precious in themselves. Alas and alas! you may take it how you will, but the services of no single individual are indispensable.
-Robert Louis Stevenson, An Apology for Idlers, 12.
In Praise of Idleness
Extreme busyness, whether at school or college, kirk or market, is a symptom of deficient vitality; and a faculty for idleness implies a catholic appetite and a strong sense of personal identity.
- Robert Louis Stevenson, An Apology for Idlers, 7.
- Robert Louis Stevenson, An Apology for Idlers, 7.
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