Showing posts with label Robertson Davies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robertson Davies. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 6, 2019
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Daily Dose
From Reading and Writing, by Robertson Davies
THE
"The narrative -- that's the great matter."
From Writing
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Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Daily Dose
From One Half of Robertson Davies
THE THEATRE
"We know from countless records that anyone in the Gallery who recognized a friend in the Pit gained his attention either by shouting or, if that failed, by spitting deftly on his hat."
From The Devil's Burning Throne
THE THEATRE
"We know from countless records that anyone in the Gallery who recognized a friend in the Pit gained his attention either by shouting or, if that failed, by spitting deftly on his hat."
From The Devil's Burning Throne
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Daily Dose
From One Half of Robertson Davies
IT IS
"It is amazing how much we can forget, however often we are told, whereas a dirty limerick, once heard, clings to the mind like a burr."
From Insanity in Literature
IT IS
"It is amazing how much we can forget, however often we are told, whereas a dirty limerick, once heard, clings to the mind like a burr."
From Insanity in Literature
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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Daily Dose
From A Voice from the Attic, by Robertson Davies
WITHOUT
"Don Quixote is not himself without Sancho; Don Juan is nowhere without Leporello; Pickwick was but a shadow until he found Sam Weller."
From The Comic Valet
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Daily Dose
From For Your Eyes Alone: The Letters of Robertson Davies, edited by Judith Skelton Grant
DOSTOEVSKY
"Nevertheless, one cannot not read him, and I have always been intrigued by his assertion that he learnt much from Dickens. What can that have been?"
From a letter to Elisabeth Sifton, dated December 2, 1991
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Daily Dose
From High Spirits: A Collection of Ghost Stories, by Robertson DaviesTHROW AN ORANGE
"If you were to throw an orange in any English graduate seminar you would hit a foetal Henry James, or an embryo James Joyce; road-company Northrop Fryes and Hallowwe'en versions of Marshal McLuhan are to be found everywhere."
From Dickens Digested
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