As to "Don Juan," confess ... that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? I...t may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? and tooled in a post-chaise? in a hackney coach? in a Gondola? against a wall? in a court carriage? in a vis a vis? on a table? and under it?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"I am in the theatrical profession myself, my wife is in the theatrical profession, my children are in the theatrical profession. ...I had a dog that lived and died in it from a puppy; and my chaise-pony goes on, in Timour the Tartar.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
--First a shiver, and then a thrill, Then something decidedly like a spill,--... And the parson was sitting up on a rock, At half-past nine by the meet'n'-house clock,-- Just the hour of the Earthquake shock! MWhat do you think the parson found, When he got up and stared around? The poor old chaise in a heap or mound, As if it had been to the mill and ground!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If I had no duties, and no reference to futurity, I would spend my life in driving briskly in a post-chaise with a pretty woman.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He that travels in theory has no inconveniences; he has shade and sunshine at his disposal, and wherever he alights finds tables o...f plenty and looks of gaiety. These ideas are indulged till the day of departure arrives, the chaise is called, and the progress of happiness begins. A few miles teach him the fallacies of imagination. The road is dusty, the air is sultry, the horses are sluggish, and the postilion brutal. He longs for the time of dinner that he may eat and rest. The inn is crowded, his orders are neglected, and nothing remains but that he devour in haste what the cook has spoiled, and drive on in quest of better entertainment. He finds at night a more commodious house, but the best is always worse than he expected.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the capsule biography by which most of the people knew one another, I was understood to be an Air Force pilot whose family was ...wealthy and lived in the East, and I even added the detail that I had a broken marriage and drank to get over it.... I sometimes believed what I said and tried to take the cure in the very real sun of Desert D'Or with its cactus, its mountain, and the bright green foliage of its love and its money.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »