Just prior to and just after Minicon 32 [March, 1997] in a series of e-mails, Pamela cleared up many of the questions I had for the annotations of Whim. And, with her permission, I've quoted bits of those messages in the appropriate spots.
PD> What I’m going to do is to quote the queries that are in fac
PD> quotations and tell you where they come from. A remarkable number
PD> are not in fact, to the best of my recollection (possibly not
PD> that good) quotations but just dialog that I wrote. There are
PD> certainly Shakespearian inflections.
page 9, line 25.
page 15, line 19.
Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew, I, ii, 82.
page 15, lines 19-20.
All is amiss. Love is dying, Faith’s defying, Heart’s denying.
Richard Barnfield, A Shepherd’s Complaint.
All is amiss.
Love is dying,
page 15, lines 20-21.
Nothing shall come amiss, and we won’t come home ’til morning.
J. B. Buckstone, Billy Taylor, I, ii.
Nothing shall come amiss,
And we won’t go home till morning.
page 15, lines 21-22.
Mark what is done amiss.
Prayer Book (1662), 130:1. [pdf]
If thou, Lord, wilt be extreme to mark what is done amiss:
O Lord, who may abide it?
page 16, line 12.
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker.
T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, line 84.
page 16, lines 18-19.
A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, chapter 1.
page 16, lines 26-27.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead.
Shakespeare, King Henry V, III, i, 1.
page 24, lines 11-12.
La Belle Dame sans Merci thee hath in thrall.
Keats, La Belle Dame sans Merci, lines 39-40.
page 24, line 25.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice, I, iii, 99.
page 24, lines 27-29.
I am made all things to all men, that I might by all means save some.
New Testament, First Epistle of Paul the Apostle to the Corinthians, chapter 9, verse 22.
page 31, lines 1-2.
Thou, my steed, may graze thy fill, for I must dismount and walk.
PD> “The Witch of the Westmerland,” Archie Fisher, from his album
PD> “Man with a Rhyme.”
page 35, lines 14-15.
“Thomas the Rhymer,” Scottish ballad
page 36, lines 27-28.
The lunatic, the lover, and the wizard, are of imagination all compact.
Shakespeare, A Midsummer-Night’s Dream, V, i, 7.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact:
page 39, lines 37-41.
Hath trod a hard path and a long, that would take the road less travelled by.
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken, lines 19-20
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
page 40, line 37.
All our ways may lie together.
PD> I think there may be a song about how our ways may lie together,
PD> in foul or *something* weather, but I can’t recall just now.
page 41, lines 3-5.
Power and knowledge are two, but as twin compasses are two; one makes no show to move, but doth, if th’ other do.
John Donne, “A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning”
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th’other do.
page 47, line 3
Deck the halls with boughs of holly.
“Deck the Halls,” Old Welsh Christmas song.
page 47, lines 15-16.
by Beatrix Potter.
page 47, lines 34-38.
“The Minstrel Boy,” Irish ballad
“Sir Patrick Spens,” Scottish ballad
“Mattie Groves,” English ballad
page 48, lines 1-2.
James James Morrison Morrison
A. A. Milne, Disobedience.
page 48, line 39.
Pride goeth before a fall.
Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.
page 54, lines 5-6.
Keep the wolf far thence, that’s foe to men, for with his nails he’ll dig them up again.
John Webster, The White Devil, V, iv.
But keep the wolf far thence, that’s foe to men,
For with his nails he’ll dig them up again.
page 57, lines 24-26.
page 61, lines 13-15.
The way was long, the wind was cold, the hemlock umbrels tall and fair, whilst we have slept we have grown old, his house is in the village there.
PD> This is a three-way conflation, with alteration. “The hemlock
PD> umbrels tall and fair” is from one of Tolkien’s songs, I think
PD> probably the one about Luthien that Strider sings to the hobbits
PD> at Weathertop. “Whilst we have slept we have grown old” is from
PD> THE HAMLET OF ARCHIBALD MACLEISH, by Archibald MacLeish; it’s a
PD> very odd set of poems that sort of sit in between the actual
PD> events of HAMLET. “His house is in the village there is from
PD> Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.”
page 64, lines 31-32.
…tried all the chairs and benches, one after the other, like Goldilocks.
Goldilocks and the Three Bears
page 65, line 31.
The King of Elfland’s Daughter
by Lord Dunsany.
page 65, lines 34-37.
With blackest moss the flower pots
Were thickly crusted, one and all
The rusted nails fell from the knots
That held the pear to the garden-wall
PD> Alfred, Lord Tennyson. I think the poem is called “Mariana in the
PD> Moated Grange,” but it might just be “Mariana.” It is in its turn
PD> about MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
page 67, lines 22-26.
O’Driscoll drove with a song
The wild duck and the drake
From the tall and tufted reeds
Of the drear Hart Lake.
And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the coming of night tide,
And dreamed of the long dim hair
Of Bridget his bride.
Yeats, “The Host of the Air”
page 68, lines 17-22.
Egypt’s might is tumbled down / Down a-down the deeps of thought; / Greece is fallen and Troy town, / Glorious Rome hath lost her crown, / Venice’ pride is naught. / But the dreams their children dreamed / Fleeting, insubstantial, vain, / Shadowy as t he shadows seemed, / Airy nothing, as they deemed, / These remain.
Mary Coleridge, Poems (1908), cxxi
Egypt’s might is tumbled down
Down a-down the deeps of thought;
Greece is fallen and Troy town,
Glorious Rome hath lost her crown,
Venice’ pride is nought.
But the dreams their children dreamed
Fleeting, unsubstantial, vain,
Shadowy as the shadows seemed,
Airy nothing, as they deemed,
page 74, lines 33-34.
The fieldis ouerflouis / With gowans that grouis, / Quhair lilies lyk lou is, / Als rid the rone.
Alexander Montgomerie, “Hey! Now the Day Dawns”
PD> That’s right. I wanted some fairly impenetrable Middle English
PD> — that’s actually Scottish, which is even better.
pages 82, lines 39-41.
…this stricture is bare of substance as the air.
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, I, iv, 97.
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air,
page 83, lines 4-8.
Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, I, iv, 105.
page 89, lines 22-24.
It is the little rift within the lute,
that by and by will make the music mute.
And ever widening slowly silence all.
Tennyson, Idylls of the King, Merlin and Vivien, line 388.
page 91, lines 11-12.
…coign of vantage…
Shakespeare, Macbeth, I, vi, 8.
page 92, line 16.
Have to’s harrow no fields.
PD> That’s definitely something I made up, because it took me an
PD> excessive amount of effort.
page 97, lines 3-4.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow
Lao-tzu, The Way of Lao-tzu, 80.
…the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs can be heard.
PD> Oh, ingenious, but in fact it’s from Much Ado About Nothing;
PD> it’s one of Beatrice’s lines, near the beginning, I think.
Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing, I, i, 84-85.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.
page 98, lines 16-17.
The rain it raineth every day.
Shakespeare, King Lear, III, ii, 79.
PD> And also Feste’s song in TWELFTH NIGHT
page 102, lines 12-19.
With a host of furious fancies…
unknown, Tom o’ Bedlam
From the hag and hungry goblin…
page 105, lines 4-5.
O Westron wind, when wilt thou blow, the small rain down can rain?
unknown, Westron Wind, ~16th century
Westron wind, when wilt thou blow,
The small rain down can rain?
Christ, if my loue were in my arms
And I in my bed ag’in!
page 120, lines 11-13.
Your future, your future I’ll tell you, / Your future you often have asked me. / Your true love will die by your own right hand, / And crazy man Michael will cursed be.
“Crazy Man Michael,” by Richard Thompson and David Swarbrick [recorded by Fairport Convention]
page 120, lines 19-21.
Murder, though it have no tongue, will speak / With most miraculous organ.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, II, ii, 630.
page 120, lines 27-28.
The playing of the merry organ, / Sweet singing all in the choir.
The Holly and the Ivy, Traditional English Christmas carol.
page 124, lines 17-18.
This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
Shakespeare, King Lear, III, iv, 75.
page 125, line 12.
Speak to it; thou art a scholar.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, I, i, 42.
Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
page 125, lines 21-25.
If thou has any sound, or use of voice,…
Shakespeare, Hamlet, I, i, 141.
page 127, lines 1-2.
What meaneth this apparition?
Shakespeare, Hamlet, I,
page 130, line 12.
The readiness is all.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, V, ii, 235.
page 130, lines 21-23.
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate / To act her earthy and abhorred commands, / Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee.
PD> Shakespeare again, THE TEMPEST, Prospero to Ariel
Shakespeare, The Tempest, I, ii, 272-274
page 140, lines 11-12.
We’ll take the cash and let the credit go.
Nor heed the rumble of a distant drum.
Edward FitzGerald, The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám, st. 13.
page 140, lines 19-21.
Do poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes.
Shakespeare, King Lear, III, iv, 151; III, iv, 56.
page 140, line 24.
Love’s not Time’s fool.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 116, line 9.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
page 141, line 12.
Wormwood. … Wormwood, indeed!
Shakespeare, Hamlet, III, ii, 193.
page 141, line 12.
Let the galled jade wince.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, III, ii, 256.
page 141, lines 12-13.
The worm is your only emperor for diet.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, IV, iii, 24.
Your worm is your only emperor for diet.
page 141, lines 13-15.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Shakespeare, As You Like It, IV, i, 110.
page 143, line 30.
…infinite jest and most excellent fancy.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, V, i, 201.
…a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy;
page 144, lines 22-23.
Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the turn.
PD> That’s from a song by Al Stewart, probably called “Lord
PD> Grenville” and likely on THE YEAR OF THE CAT, but I’ll check
PD> for you.
Al Stewart, “Lord Grenville”, on Year of the Cat, 1976.
page 145, lines 6-8.
Lord Rameses of Egypt sighed / Because a summer evening passes, / And little Ariadne cried / That summer fancy fell—
John Drinkwater, “Birthright”
page 145, lines 16-17.
An they rant, we’ll mouthe as well as they.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, V, i, 305.
Nay, an thou’lt mouth,
I’ll rant as well as thou.
A. E. Housman, “Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff…”
page 149, line 33.
Thomas Campion, “What If a Day”
page 151, lines 16-18.
…a pouring of poetry into the porches of our dreaming ears,…
Shakespeare, Hamlet, I, v, 63.
And in the porches of mine ears did pour…
page 152, lines 13-14.
Someone has been sitting in my chair.
Goldilocks and the Three Bears.
page 153, lines 21-22.
With help of her most potent ministers, / And in her most unmitigable rage.
Shakespeare, The Tempest, I, ii,
page 153, line 26.
…thy glittering eye.
Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, pt. 1, st. 1.
page 156, lines 1-2.
Were these dribs and drabs of knowledge broadening into some insidious possession?
PD> “Dribs and drabs” is old, but the rest is mine.
page 156, lines 15-16.
“Good King Wenceslas,” English Christmas carol.
page 161, lines 12-13.
I will friend you, if I may, in the dark and cloudy day.
A. E. Housman, “Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff…”
“Tam Lin,” Scottish ballad
page 169, lines 17-18.
…may there be much music, excellent voice, in this little organ.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, III, ii, 375.
page 171, lines 6-7.
The point is not that it is done well, but that it is done at all.
PD> Oh, various, but I think Samuel Johnson on the dancing bear and
PD> the preaching woman is probably my source.
James Boswell, Life of Johnson.
‘Sir, a woman’s preaching is like a dog’s walking on his hinder legs. It is not done well; but you are surprized to find it done at all.’
page 171, lines 13-14.
Can honor’s voice provoke the silent dust, / Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Thomas Gray, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, lines 43-44.
page 171, line 22.
Where shall we gang and dine the day-O?
“Twa Corbies,” Scottish ballad
page 171, lines 30-34.
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments / Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; / But you shall shine more bright in these contents / Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 55, lines 1-4.
page 171, lines 39-40.
Give to airy nothing a local habitation and a name.
Shakespeare, A Midsummer-Night’s Dream, V, i, 10.
page 172, lines 17-19.
Dost thou think that because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Shakespeare, Twelfth-Night, II, iii, 124.
page 172, lines 24-26.
…eat the air, promise-cramm’d. You cannot feed capons so.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, III, ii, 98.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn and broils root out the work of masonry, nor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shall burn the living record of your memory.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 55, lines 5-8.
page 173, lines 7-8.
Lord, We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, IV, v, 43.
page 174, line 1.
You were the more deceived.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, III, i, 130.
I was the more deceived.
page 175, lines 29-30.
Up, lass: when the journey’s over / There’ll be time enough to sleep.
A. E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad, no. 4, st. 6.
Up, lad: when the journey’s over
There’ll be time enough to sleep.
page 177, line 31.
Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord Of The Rings — The Fellowship Of The Ring.
page 178, lines 10-12.
Oh, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, III, iii, 36.
page 179, lines 28-29.
I thrice presented him a kingly crown which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Shakespeare, Julius Cĉsar, III, ii, .
page 180, lines 25-26.
Oh wonderful. … And after that, out of all whooping.
Shakespeare, As You Like It, III, ii, 202.
page 181, lines 8-9.
We can’t get there by candlelight.
Nay, nor back again.
“How many miles to Babylon?,” English/Scottish nursery rhyme.
page 181, lines 29-30.
We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, IV, iii, 24.
page 182, lines 18-19.
The water is wide, I cannot get o’er.
“Water is Wide,” English/Scottish ballad.
The water is wide; I cannot get o’er
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I.
page 182, lines 20-21.
That undiscovered country from whose bourn / No traveller returns.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, III, i, 79.
page 182, lines 29-30.
How is it that the clouds still hang on thee?
Shakespeare, Hamlet, I, ii, 66.
page 182, lines 32-33.
Time, like an ever rolling stream, / Bears all its sons away.
Isaac Watts, Psalm 90, st. 5.
page 182, line 36.
I am too much i’th’sun.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, I, ii, 67.
page 183, lines 13-14.
The morn in russet mantle clad walks o’er the dew of yon high eastward hill.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, I, i, 181.
page 183, line 27.
The air bites shrewdly: it is very cold.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, I, iv, 1.
page 184, lines 8-10.
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, / When June is past, the fading rose; / For in thy beauty’s orient deep / These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
Thomas Carew, To Celia, st. 1.
page 184, line 34.
Gödel, Escher, Bach
by Douglas R. Hofstadter.
page 184, line 41.
Comparisons are odious.
John Fortescue, De Laudibus Legum Angliae, ch. 19.
page 186, lines 16-21.
Cannot a chance of a night or an hour cross thy desires?
All our joys are but toys, Idle thoughts deceiving.
None have power of an hour in their lives’ bereaving.
Thomas Campion, “What If a Day”
What if a day, or a month, or a yeare,
Crown thy delights with a thousand sweet contentlings?
Cannot a chance of a night or an howre
Crosse thy desires with as many sad tormentings?
Fortune, honor, beauty, youth are but blossoms dying;
Wanton pleasure, doating love,
Are but shadowes flying,
All our joyes are but toyes,
Idle thoughts deceiving;
None have power of an howre
In their lives breaving.
pages 186-187. & 188.
And from the sword (Lord) save your heart, / By my might and power, / And keep your heart, your darling dear, / From Dogs that would devour.
And from the Dragon’s mouth that would / You all in sunder shiver / And from the horns of Unicorns / Lord safely you deliver.
PD> This is an altered form of a prayer in Dorothy Dunnett’s
PD> Checkmate; I’m sure she got it from some obscure historical
page 190, line 12.
Macbeth shall sleep no more
Shakespeare, Macbeth, II, ii, 43.
page 190, lines 12-14.
To die: to sleep: / No more; and, by a sleep to say we end / The heartache and the thousand natural shocks / That flesh is heir to.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, III, i, 60.
page 190, lines 14-16.
We have come, last and best, to that still center where the spinning world sleeps on its axis, to the heart of rest.
PD> Dorothy L. Sayers, Gaudy Night—it’s a sonnet of which Harriet
PD> Vane writes the first section and Lord Peter Wimsey the second.
page 190, lines 16-18.
Lay on thy whips, O love, that me upright, poised on the perilous point, in no lax bed May sleep.
PD> Same as above.
page 190, lines 18-20.
Knit up the ravelled sleeve of care, and scatter thy silver dew on every flower that shuts its sweet eyes in timely sleep.
PD> Another medley. “Knit up the ravelled sleeve of care” is from
PD> Macbeth; the others I’ll have to look for.
page 190, line 20.
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.
Gerard Manley Hopkins, [No Worst, There Is None, Pitched Past Pitch of Grief]
page 196, lines 23-25.
For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground / And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
Shakespeare, King Richard II, III, ii, 155.
page 196, line 27.
Nor are we out of it.
PD> John Milton, Paradise Lost: “Why, this is hell, nor am I out of
PD> it; whereso I fly is hell, myself am hell.” (quote approximate)
PD> It’s Satan speaking.
page 196, line 30.
To err is human.
Plutarch, Morals, Against Colotes.
For to err in opinion, though it be not the part of wise men, is at least human…
page 198, line 17.
Light breaks where no sun shines.
Dylan Thomas, Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines.
page 214, lines 1-4.
Lo! Death hath reared himself a throne / In a strange city, lying alone / Far down among the dim West, / Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best / Have gone to their eternal rest.
Poe, The City in the Sea, st. 1.
page 214, lines 5-6.
…but westward, look, the land is bright.
Arthur Hugh Clough, Say Not The Struggle Nought Availeth, st. 4.
page 214, lines 22-25.
He can sleep while the commonwealth crumbles, but a strange sound in the pantry at three in the morning will strike terror into his stomach.
PD> Yes. Probably My Life And Hard Times.
James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times, “Preface to a Life.”
page 216, line 8.
…the smilers with the knife under the cloak…
Chaucer, Canterbury Tales, The Knight’s Tale, l. 1999.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
page 216, lines 28-29.
…when you were very young. But now we are six.
A. A. Milne, When We Were Very Young; Now We Are Six.
page 217, line 8.
How art thou translated?
Shakespeare, A Midsummer-Night’s Dream, III, i, 124.
…thou art translated.
page 217, line 16.
Faith, e’en with losing his life.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, V, i, 153.
Faith, e’en with losing his wits.
page 219, lines 11-12.
and what i want to know is / how do you like your blueeyed boy / Mister Death?
E. E. Cummings, Portraits, 8 [“Buffalo Bill’s”].
page 219, line 15.
…what a tangled web of deception must we now unravel.
Sir Walter Scott, Marmion, VI, st. 17.
Oh, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practice to deceive!
page 219, line 32.
Leave thy damnable doctorings and call thy masters.
PD> “Leave thy damnable doctorings” is probably an echo of Hamlet
PD> to one of the players, “Pox, leave thy damnable faces
PD> and begin.” It’s in, oh, act 4, I think.
page 221, lines 36-38.
…the distraction in the aspect? The distraction’s all in…
Shakespeare, Hamlet, I, v, 589.
page 223, lines 7-8.
I have a speech of fire that fain would blaze, but that this folly douts it.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, IV, vii, 209.
page 224, lines 33-34.
…dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just.
Henry Vaughan, Silex Scintillans, pt. II, They Are All Gone, st. 5.
Dear, beauteous Death! the jewel of the just,
Shining nowhere, but in the dark;
What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust
Could man outlook that mark!
page 229, lines 22-24.
…some other, horrible form which might deprive our sovereignty of reason…
Shakespeare, Hamlet, I, iv, 80.
page 232, line 1.
…you harrow me with fear and wonder.
PD> Horatio on first sight of the ghost, “It harrows me with
PD> fear and wonder.”
page 233, lines 21-22.
Never go down to the end of the town if you don’t go down with me.
A. A. Milne, Disobedience (James James Morrison Morrison).
page 238, lines 10-11.
Is’t not possible to understand in another tongue? You will to’t, sir, really.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, V, ii, 132.
page 238, lines 23-25.
The sun was shining on the sea, / Shining with all his might: / He did his very best to make / The billows smooth and bright.
Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass, "The Walrus and the Carpenter", st. 1.
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost at his house in Berkley Square,
And a Spirit came to his bedside and gripped him by the hair—
A Spirit gripped him by the hair and carried him far away,
Till he heard as the roar of a rain-fed ford the roar of the Milky Way.
page 248, line 13.
Now let us sport while we may.
Andrew Marvell, “To His Coy Mistress”
Now let us sport us while we may
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapp’d power.
page 248, lines 13-14.
I gave what other women gave that stepped out of their clothes.
Yeats, A Woman Young and Old, IX, A Last Confession, st. 3.
page 248, lines 14-16.
…as a moat defensive to a house, against the envy of less happier lands,
Shakespeare, King Richard II, II, i, 48.
page 248, line 16.
…another damned, thick, square book.
William Henry (Duke of Gloucester), Upon receiving from Edward Gibbon volume II of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.
page 248, lines 16-17.
Be thou a spirit of health or a goblin damned,
Shakespeare, Hamlet, I, iv, 40.
page 248, lines 17-19.
Where griping griefs the heart would wound And doleful dumps the mind oppress, There music with her silver sound With speed is wont to send redress.
A Song to the Lute in Musicke, st. 1.
page 249, line 12.
…for this relief much thanks.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, I, i, 8.
page 249, line 28.
…dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, IV, v, 15.
page 252, line 14.
…I must be your scourge and minister.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, III, iv, 196.
That I must be their scourge and minister.
page 252, lines 29-30.
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot.
Shakespeare, Measure for Measure, III, i, 117.
page 253, lines 17-18.
That is a packet of news and no mistake.
PD> Tolkien again, probably The Fellowship Of The Rings, probably
PD> Bilbo to the other hobbits after they get to Rivendell.
page 253, lines 27-31.
Wake: the silver dusk returning / Up the beach of darkness brims, / And the ship of sunrise burning / Strands upon the eastern rims. / Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters, / Trampled to the floor it spanned, / And the tent of night in tatters / Straws the s ky-pavilioned land.
A. E. Housman, Reveille, st. 1-2.
page 260, lines 19-24.
Strike a light or light a lantern.
Something I have hold of has no head.
James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks
page 261, line 27.
Poetry makes nothing happen.
Auden, In Memory of W. B. Yeats, II.
page 262, line 16.
Can but ask is easily said.
PD> An echo of Hamlet, Hamlet’s “By and by is easily said.”
page 263, lines 30-32; 34-36.
Sing we for love and idleness, / Naught else is worth having. / Though I have been in many a land, / There is naught else in living.
A I would rather have my sweet, / Though rose-leaves die of grieving, / Than do high deeds in Hungary / To pass all men’s believing.
Erza Pound, “An Immortality”
page 265, line 26.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds / Admit impediments.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 116, l. 1-2.
page 266, lines 39-40.
Why, what a king is this!
Shakespeare, Hamlet, V, ii, 69.
page 275, lines 35-37.
What judgement would step from that to this?
Shakespeare, Hamlet, III, iv, 70.
Could you on that fair mountain leave to feed, and batten on this moor?
Shakespeare, Hamlet, III, iv, 66.
page 281, lines 21-22.
Hail, blithe spirits!
Shelley, To a Skylark, st. 1.
Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
page 281, lines 25-26.
How shall I your true love know from another one?
Shakespeare, Hamlet, IV, v, 23.
page 281, lines 30-31.
You’re far from your wonted ways.
PD> Possibly an echo of Hamlet, when Gertrude says she hopes
PD> Ophelia’s good beauties will bring Hamlet “to his wonted ways
page 282, lines 3-4.
Break, break, break, / On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
Tennyson, Break, Break, Break.
page 282, lines 8-9.
There is no art To find the mind’s construction in the face.
Shakespeare, Macbeth, I, iv, 11.
page 284, lines 36-40.
You might as well say that ‘I sleep when I breathe’ is the same thing as ‘I breathe when I sleep’
It is the same thing with you.
Lewis Carrol, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, ch. VII: A Mad Tea-Party.
page 287, lines 32-33.
I pray you pass with your best violence.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, V, ii, 314.
page 289, line 20.
They will turn me in your arms into a lion bold.
“Tam Lin,” Scottish ballad
page 292, lines 4-6.
…turned in his arms to adders and asps, to flames that burned fast, to doves that beat their wings in his face and swans that pecked him.
“Tam Lin,” Scottish ballad
page 298, lines 8-9.
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
Shakespeare, Macbeth, II, iii, 72.
page 306, lines 3-4.
Oh, whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad.
Robert Burns, Whistle, and I’ll Come to You, My Lad.
page 309, lines 3-5.
Oh, proud Death, What feast is toward in thine eternal cell?
Shakespeare, Hamlet, V, ii, 378.
page 310, lines 3-4.
The players cannot keep counsel, they’ll tell all.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, III, ii, 151.
page 311, lines 7-8.
Use every man after his desert and who shall scape whipping?
Shakespeare, Hamlet, II, ii, 561.
page 311, line 15.
Into something rich and strange.
Shakespeare, The Tempest, I, ii, 399.
page 315, lines 22-24.
We should not pretend to understand the world only by the intellect; we apprehend it just as much by feeling.
page 316, line 42.
Second Law of Thermodynamics
page 317, lines 13-14.
Tomorrow is another day.
Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind, last line.
page 319, lines 29-30.
Faint heart never won fair lady.
Cervantes, Don Quixote, pt. II, bk. III, 10, p. 501.
page 322, lines 21-22.
…verisimilitude to an otherwise drab and unconvincing narrative.
Sir William Schwenck Gilbert, The Mikado, act II.
…verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.