This week's quotations
(July 18-24)
Here are the latest quotations to identify.
1. ...the moon went out and a burning hot wind began lashing the orange
trees with a sound like the noise of the sea. Before we knew where we were
the dust-storm was on us, and everything was roaring, whirling darkness. .
all the electricity in the air had gone into my body, and I was quivering
and tingling from head to foot - exactly as a corn shoots and tingles before
rain. It was a grand storm..
2. ...Do you know what fear is ? Not ordinary fear of insult, injury, or
death, but abject, quivering dread of something you cannot see - fear that
dries the inside of the mouth and half of the throat - fear that makes you
sweat on the palms of your hands, and gulp in order to keep the uvula at
work ? This is a fine Fear - a great cowardice, and must be felt to be
appreciated...
3. ...In the very short pauses of the thunder I tries to sleep, but it
seemed that some one wanted me very urgently. He, whoever he was, was trying
to call me by name, but his voice was no more than a husky whisper…someone
tried to open my door, walked through and about and about through the house,
and stood breathing heavily in the verandahs, and just when I was falling
asleep I fancied that I heard a wild hammering and clamouring above my head
or on the door...
And here, as a number of members have pointed out, are the sources of last
week's quotations: (July 11th-17th)
1. ...I waited in a still, nut-brown hall, pleasant with late flowers and
warmed with a delicious wood fire - a place of good influence and great
peace... is from 'They' in Traffics and Discoveries and describes the
narrator visiting the house of the blind lady, haunted by the ghosts of the
dead children.
2. ...When the steeds of recrimination had ceased to career across the
plains of memory... refers to the end of a quarrel between Adam and Eve in
‘The Enemies to Each Other’ in Debits and Credits.
3. ...The velvety, perfumed liquor, between fawn and topaz, neither too
sweet nor too dry, creamed in its generous glass... is champagne, to
celebrate the breaking of a speed record on a night drive, in the preamble
to ‘The Bull that Thought’ in Debits and Credits.
All good wishes, John Radcliffe
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