Have at last written another [play, i.e., Endgame].... Rather difficult and elliptic, mostly depending on the power of the text to... claw, more inhuman than "Godot."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We walk on molten lava on which the claw of a fly or the fall of a hair makes its impression, which being received, the mass harde...ns to flint and retains every impression forevermore.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Many were the wit-combates betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great Gallion, and an English man of War;... Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in Learning; Solid but Slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English-man of War, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his Wit and Imagination.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The hapless Nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first and then a claw,... With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize. What female heart can gold despise? What Cat's averse to fish?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Superstition, bigotry and prejudice, ghosts though they are, cling tenaciously to life; they are shades armed with tooth and claw.... They must be grappled with unceasingly, for it is a fateful part of human destiny that it is condemned to wage perpetual war against ghosts. A shade is not easily taken by the throat and destroyed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nothing can be more depressing than to expose, naked to the light of thought, the hideous growth of argot. Indeed it is like a sor...t of repellent animal intended to dwell in darkness which has been dragged out of its cloaca. One seems to see a horned and living creature viciously struggling to be restored to the place where it belongs. One word is like a claw, another like a sightless and bleeding eye; and there are phrases which clutch like the pincers of a crab. And all of it is alive with the hideous vitality of things that have organized themselves amid disorganization.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Whose denizens can turn upon the world With spitting tongue, an odor, talon, claw,... To sting or soil benevolence, alien As our clumsy traps, our random scatter of shot. She swept to the kitchen. Turning on the tap, She washed and washed the pity from her hands.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Genius sits in a glass house--but in an unbreakable one--conceiving ideas. After giving birth, it falls into madness. Stretches ou...t its hand through the window toward the first person happening by. The demon's claw rips, the iron fist grips. Before, you were a model, mocks the ironic voice between serrated teeth, for me, you are raw material to work on. I throw you against the glass wall, so that you remain stuck there, projected and stuck.... (Then come the lovers of art and contemplate the bleeding work from outside. Then come the photographers. "New art," it says in the newspaper the following day. The learned journals give it a name that ends in "ism.")LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »