Showing posts with label Robertson Davies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robertson Davies. Show all posts

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Daily Dose


From Reading and Writing, by Robertson Davies

THE

"The narrative -- that's the great matter."

From Writing

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

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

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 Davies

THROW 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