... no book ... ever competed with the Bible. The story of Ruth was better than Ramona, and the poetry of Job was better than Long...fellow. I still have my first big Bible, carefully underlined through with red and black ink, and interleafed [sic] with painfully written manuscript pages.... Margery and I earned our five cents a week for church and a penny for Sunday school by learning three verses of the Bible a day and six on Sunday. We learned dozens and dozens of chapters. I supposed "Evangeline" and "Hiawatha" were better poetry, but I didn't like them so well.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I'll come up the steps to the house and the gardener will be clipping away at the hedges and he'll say, "Good evening, Mr. Younger...." And I'll say, "Hello, Jefferson, how are you this evening?" And I'll go inside and Ruth will come downstairs and meet me at the door and we'll kiss each other and she'll take my arm and we'll go up to your room to see you sitting on the floor with the catalogues of all the great schools in America around you.... All the great schools in the world! And--and I'll say, all right son--it's your seventeenth birthday, what is it you've decided?... Just tell me, what it is you want to be--and you'll be it.... Whatever you want to be--Yessir! You just name it, so ... and I hand you the world!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Here did she fall a tear. Here in this place I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb-of-grace.... Rue even for ruth here shortly shall be seen In the remembrance of a weeping queen.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So much unlearnt, so much resign'd-- I come not here to be your foe!... I seek these anchorites, not in ruth, To curse and to deny your truth;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In short, camp mocks bad taste; kitsch exploits it. Camp arouses our sense of the ridiculous and we respond with amused tolerance.... When we see Bette Davis or Ruth Gordon, fine if sometimes flamboyant performers, relax their self-discipline and overextend their acting technique in a superfluity of ineffective gestures--finger-twitching and hip-switching, hand-rubbing or hip-protruding--we label the sum total as camp. Mae West, whose nasally provocative delivery, eye-rolling, lip-pursing, and pelvic tics parody the conventional invitation to dalliance, is never out of control and is camp, pure and simple.... Camp was also the stock-in-trade of Carmen Miranda, whose retina-searing Technicolor get-ups, skyscraper headdresses bearing a season's fruit harvest, clomping platform shoes and garbled English projected in a voice that could be heard on Mars all came together beautifully in her campy personification of Exaggeration. Had we been blessed with the Brazilian Bombshell's own blazing interpretation of Joan of Arc, the grotesque, if fascinating, result would surely have been kitsch.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Here lies each her parents' ruth, Mary, the daughter of their youth:... Yet, all heaven's gifts, being heaven's due, It makes the father, less, to rue. At six months' end, she parted hence With safety of her innocence; Whose soul heaven's Queen, (whose name she bears) In comfort of her mother's tears, Hath placed amongst her virgin-train: Where, while that severed doth remain, This grave partakes the fleshly birth. Which cover lightly, gentle earth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown:... Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ay me! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where e'er thy bones are hurl'd,... Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the humming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world, Or whether thou, to our moist vows deni'd, Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, Where the great vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold. Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth, And O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
New York has her wilderness within her own borders; and though the sailors of Europe are familiar with the soundings of her Hudson..., and Fulton long since invented the steamboat on its waters, an Indian is still necessary to guide her scientific men to its headwaters in the Adirondack country.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I... will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »