It is not a certain conformity of manners that the painting of Van Gogh attacks, but rather the conformity of institutions themsel...ves. And even external nature, with her climates, her tides, and her equinoctial storms, cannot, after van Gogh's stay upon earth, maintain the same gravitation.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
His reversed body gracefully curved, his brown legs hoisted like a Tarentine sail, his joined ankles tacking, Van gripped with spl...ayed hands the brow of gravity, and moved to and fro, veering and sidestepping, opening his mouth the wrong way, and blinking in the odd bilboquet fashion peculiar to eyelids in his abnormal position. Even more extraordinary than the variety and velocity of the movements he made in imitation of animal hind legs was the effortlessness of his stance.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Brown: Gentlemen, I am the bearer of joyful tidings. We leave this charming paradise tomorrow. Quincannon: Paradise! It's the... devil's own backyard. Sanders: Don't jest Quincannon. You know what this place really is. Quincannon: I do. And I can tell you in fifty words and every one of them forbidden. Sanders: If you'd read your Bible instead of hanging around canteens and native quarters all your life, you'd know that Mesopotamia, this, this very spot you're standing on this very minute is the, the actual Garden of Eden. Quincannon: The Garden of Eden, the Garden of Eden, how are ya. I tell ya, it'd take no angel with a flamin' sword to drive me out. Sanders: That's blasphemy Quincannon. Quincannon: Blasphemy. Are you aware you're talking to a man who was for ten years an altar boy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sanders: Oh Brown, I implore you to listen. Has your whole life been so filled with filthy, treacherous brawling and lust. And her...e and now, perhaps close to your death, the only thing for you to do is live it all over again in your mind.... But Brown, Brown, you're a gentleman, you've got breeding. You must have faith. Brown: Why? Sanders: Why? Why in heaven's name man, what do you believe in? Brown: What do I believe in? Would it really interest you? Oh, a lot of things. A good horse. Steak and kidney pudding. A fellow named George Brown. The asinine futility of this war. Being frightened. Being drunk enough to be brave and brave enough to be drunk. The feel of the sea when you swim. The taste and strength of wine. The love of innocent woman. [angrily] The splendid and unspeakable joy of killing Arabs. The smell of incense and bacon. The weight of a fist. An old pair of shoes. A toothache. Triumph.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Mrs. Van Hopper: Most girls would give their eyes for a chance to see Monte. Maxim de Winter: Wouldn't that rather defeat the... purpose?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The first day that we landed upon that fatal shore The planters they came round us full twenty score or more,... They rank'd us up like horses, and sold us out of hand Then yok'd us unto ploughs, my boys, to plow Van Dieman's Land.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »