Thursday, December 26, 2002
�A very merry Christmas, with roast beef in a violent perspiration, and the thermometer 110� in the shade!�
- Marcus Clarke (1846 � 1881), English-born Australian writer: �Australiasian�, 1868.
�People can�t concentrate properly on blowing other people to pieces properly if their minds are poisoned by thoughts suitable to the twenty-fifth of December.�
- Ogden Nash (1902 � 1971), American poet: �I�m a Stranger Here Myself�, 1938.
�It�s no use crying over spilt milk, because all the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.�
- W. Somerset Maugham (1874 � 1965), English writer, dramatist and physician: �Of Human Bondage�, 1915.
�In this world without quiet corners, there can be no easy escapes from history, from hullabaloo, from terrible, unquiet fuss.�
- Salaman Rushdie (b. 1947), Indian-born British author: �Outside the Whale�, essay, reprinted in �Imaginary Homelands�, 1991.
�The self-explorer, whether he wants to or not, becomes the explorer of everything else. He learns to see himself, but suddenly, provided he was honest, all the rest appears, and it is as rich as he was, and, as a final crowning, richer.�
- Elias Canetti (1905 � 1994), Austrian novelist and philosopher: �1975� from �The Secret Heart of the Clock� Notes, Aphorisms, Fragments 1973-1985�, 1991.
- Marcus Clarke (1846 � 1881), English-born Australian writer: �Australiasian�, 1868.
�People can�t concentrate properly on blowing other people to pieces properly if their minds are poisoned by thoughts suitable to the twenty-fifth of December.�
- Ogden Nash (1902 � 1971), American poet: �I�m a Stranger Here Myself�, 1938.
�It�s no use crying over spilt milk, because all the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.�
- W. Somerset Maugham (1874 � 1965), English writer, dramatist and physician: �Of Human Bondage�, 1915.
�In this world without quiet corners, there can be no easy escapes from history, from hullabaloo, from terrible, unquiet fuss.�
- Salaman Rushdie (b. 1947), Indian-born British author: �Outside the Whale�, essay, reprinted in �Imaginary Homelands�, 1991.
�The self-explorer, whether he wants to or not, becomes the explorer of everything else. He learns to see himself, but suddenly, provided he was honest, all the rest appears, and it is as rich as he was, and, as a final crowning, richer.�
- Elias Canetti (1905 � 1994), Austrian novelist and philosopher: �1975� from �The Secret Heart of the Clock� Notes, Aphorisms, Fragments 1973-1985�, 1991.
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