I am no book larnt man, but there is few who can beat me swapping horses or guessing at the weight of a bar. I have come here beca...use my people voted for me, knowing I was a honest man and could make as good whiskey and apple brandy at my still as any man.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O City city, I can sometimes hear Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,... The pleasant whining of a mandolin And a clatter and a chatter from within Where fishmen lounge at noon.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Lift your eyes Where the roads dip and where the roads rise... Seek only there Where the grey light meets the green air The hermit's chapel, the pilgrim's prayer.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The bar is the male kingdom. For centuries it was the bastion of male privilege, the gathering place for men away from their women..., a place where men could go to freely indulge in The Bull Session ... the release of the guilty anxiety of the oppressor class.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Alicia Huberman: Look, I'll make it easy for you. The time has come when you must tell me that you have a wife and two adorable ch...ildren, and this madness between us can't go on any longer. T.R. Devlin: I bet you've heard that line often enough. Alicia: Right below the belt every time. Oh that isn't fair, Dev. Devlin: Skip it. We have other things to talk about. We have a job.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Captain Prescott: I don't like this. I don't like her coming here. Mr. Beardsley: She's had me worried for some time, a woman... of that sort. T.R. Devlin: What sort is that, Mr. Beardsley? Mr. Beardsley: I don't think any of us have any illusions about her character, have we Devlin? Devlin: Not at all. Not in the slightest. Miss Huberman is first, last, and always not a lady. She may be risking her life, but when it comes to being a lady, she doesn't hold a candle to your wife, sir, sitting in Washington playing bridge with three other ladies of great honor and virtue.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Prometheus is action. Hamlet is hesitation. In Prometheus the obstacle is exterior; in Hamlet it is interior. In Prometheus the wi...ll is securely nailed down by nails of brass and cannot get loose; besides, it has by its side two watchers--Force and Power. In Hamlet the will is more tied down yet; it is bound by previous meditation--the endless chain of the undecided. Try to get out of yourself if you can! What a Gordian knot is our reverie. Slavery from within, that is slavery indeed. Scale this enclosure, "to dream!" escape, if you can, from this prison, "to love!" The only dungeon is that which walls conscience in. Prometheus, in order to be free, has but a bronze collar to break and a god to conquer; Hamlet must break and conquer himself. Prometheus can raise himself upright, if he only lifts a mountain; to raise himself up, Hamlet must lift his own thoughts. If Prometheus plucks the vulture from his breast, all is said; Hamlet must tear Hamlet from his breast. Prometheus and Hamlet are two naked livers; from one runs blood, from the other doubt.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Lift every voice and sing till earth and heaven ring, ring with the harmonies of liberty.... Let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skies; Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »