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Friday, 13 March 2009

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I had always wanted to learn about this topic ... I think it's great the way you expose .. great work and continuing on with this great blog

No force than knowledge, armed with strong knowledge of man is invincible.Do you think so?

It’s true that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lose it, but it’s also true that we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, these three alone lead life to sovereign power.

I don't know if DH Lawrence was a religious man but I see this as a poem inspired by religion or God, or even anything that can help a doubting person. I see it as a poem about the usual questions anyone faces when they are wondering about life and big questions like which way to take, which choice to make, how to live their lives. But I guess each reader has their own interpretation of the poem.
Personnally, I like Lawrence's novels more and more, and still have a book of short-stories on the shelf awaiting my reading. His writing is very fine and his words are very profound.

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Quotidian

  • Nothing is of greater consolation to the author of a novel than the disovery of readings he had not conceived but which are then prompted by his readers. (Umberto Eco, Reflections on The Name of the Rose)
  • ... relatively few persons in London ... can afford the luxury of one or more servants. No fewer than 3,700,000 have no servants at all, and of the half million that have servants 227,000 have only one. (The Times, 6 June 1895)
  • Standing among savage scenery, the hotel offers stupendous revelations. There is a French widow in every bedroom, affording delightful prospects. (Tyrolean inn brochure, according to Gerard Hoffnung)
  • (A doctor is at an elderly relative's deathbed) "The old sawbones, eh?" he bellowed ... "Just in the nick, perhaps. Haul the old girl back by the short hairs, if you ask me. Devilish smart at his work ... Always take a fence with more confidence when I know he's out with us."
  • Too often, when a man of Monty Godkin's mental powers is plunged in thought, nothing happens at all. The machinery just whirs for a while, and that is the end of it. (P G Wodehouse, Heavy Weather)
  • ...the breed that take their pleasures as Saint Laurence took his grid (Kipling, The Five nations)

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