Positively I sit here, and look at Europe sink, first one deck disappearing, then another, and the whole ship slowly plunging bow-...down into the abyss; until the nightmare gets to be howling. The Roman Empire was a trifle to it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I could buy one Tape and get another free. I accept- Ed the deal, paid for one tape and... Chose a free one. But since I've been Repeatedly billed for my free tape.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
One should speak of television's cold light, and why it is inoffensive to the imagination (including the imagination of children).... It is innocuous because it no longer conveys an imaginary, for the simple reason that it is no longer an image. Here it contrasts with the cinema which (though increasingly contaminated by television) is still endowed with an intense imaginary--because it is an image. This is not simply to speak of film as a mere screen or visual form, but as a myth, something that still resembles a double, a mirror, a fantasy, a dream, etc. None of this is in the TV image. It doesn't suggest anything, it mesmerizes.... It is only a screen or, better, it is a miniaturized terminal that immediately appears in your head (you are the screen and the television is watching you), transistorizes all your neurons and passes for a magnetic tape--a tape, not an image.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My silks and fine array, My smiles and languish'd air,... By Love are driv'n away; And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Go, throng each other's drawing-rooms, Ye idols of a petty clique:... Strut your brief hour in borrowed plumes, And make your penny-trumpets squeak: Deck your dull talk with pilfered shreds Of learning from a noble time, And oil each other's little heads With mutual Flattery's golden slime.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
[Mark Twain] is still the rough, awkward, good-natured boy who swore at the deck hands when he was three years old. Thoroughly lik...eable as a good fellow, but impossible as a man of letters.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In yonder Grave a Druid lies Where slowly winds the Stealing Wave!... The Year's best Sweets shall duteous rise To deck its Poet's sylvan Grave!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »