Ada Monroe and Inman  (Cold Mountain)

Anne Shirley (Anne of Green Gables)

Babe (Babe)


Bathsheba Everdene (Far from the Madding Crowd)


Beatrice (Much Ado about Nothing)

Becky Sharp (Vanity Fair)

Cecily Cardew (Importance of Being Earnest)

Champion (Les Triplettes de Belleville)


Collin Fenwick (The Grass Harp)

Dorothea Brooke (Middlemarch)

Dorothy Gale (The Wizard of Oz)

Edward Scissorhands

Eleanor Roosevelt

Elizabeth (Frankenstein)

Ellen Foster (Ellen Foster)

Ellie Arroway (Contact)

Eppie (Silas Marner)

Estella (Great Expectations)

Esther Summerson (Bleak House)

Eustacia Vye (Return of the Native)


Flora Poste (Cold Comfort Farm)

Francis Marion Tarwater (The Violent Bear It Away)

Frodo Baggins (The Lord of the Rings)

Gou Wa “Doggie” (King of Masks)

Hadji (Johnny Quest)

Harriet Smith (Emma)

Harry Potter

Harvey Cheyne, Jr. (Captains Courageous)

Hawkeye (Last of the Mohicans)

Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights)


Helena (All’s Well That Ends Well)

Homer Wells (Cider House Rules)

Huckleberry Finn

Hyacinth Robinson (The Princess Casimassima)

Irwin (Northfork)

Isabelle Archer (The Portrait of a Lady)

Jack Dawson (Titanic)

Jack Redburn (Master Humphrey's Clock)

Jake and Elwood Blues (The Blues Brothers)

James Henry Trotter (James & the Giant Peach)

Jane Eyre

Jane Fairfax (Emma)

Jen and Kira (The Dark Crystal)

Jo (Bleak House)

Joe Christmas (Light in August)

Jude Fawley (Jude the Obscure)

Kim (Kim)

Leo Tolstoy

Lilo (Lilo and Stitch)

Lillian (The Chimes)

Lily Bart (The Age of Innocence)

Lily Owen (The Secret Life of Bees)

Little Foot (The Land Before Time)

Little Nell (The Old Curiosity Shop)

Little Orphan Annie

Lucinda Leplastrier (Oscar and Lucinda)

*Lucy Manette (Tale of Two Cities)

Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Margaret, Helen, and Tibby Schlegel (Howard's End)

Marilyn Monroe

Mary Lennox (The Secret Garden)

Mary McCarthy

Mathilde and Manech (A Very Long Engagement)

Mattie Silver (Ethan Frome)

Miette (City of Lost Children)

Millie Theale (The Wings of a Dove)

Miriam Chadwick (Oscar and Lucinda)

Mowgli (The Jungle Book)

Nameless (Hero)

*Neo (The Matrix)

Oliver Twist

Orphan Girl (Gillian Welch)

Oscar Hopkins (Oscar and Lucinda)

Our Johnny (Our Mutual Friend)

Pai (Whale Rider)

Patrick Dennis (Auntie Mame)

Peter Pan and the Lost Boys

Philip Carey (Of Human Bondage)

Pip (Great Expectations)


Posthumus (Cymbeline)

Princess Mononoke

Queen Elizabeth I

Rickie Elliot (The Longest Journey)

Rosa (Edwin Drood)

Salvatore “Toto” (Cinema Paradiso)

Sara Crewe (The Little Princess)

Seymour Krelborn (Little Shop of Horrors)

Smike (Nicholas Nickleby)

Solomon Perel (Europa Europa)

Sophie Neveu (The DaVinci Code)

Sophy Viner (The Reef)


Stuart Little
Sue Bridehead (Jude the Obscure)


Tanya Chernova (Enemy at the Gates)

Tertius Lydgate (Middlemarch)

Tom (Water Babies)

Tom Jones

Tom Sawyer


Trinity (The Matrix)

Will Ladislaw (Middlemarch)

Will Turner (Pirates of the Caribbean)

W. Somerset Maugham




* = new or recent addition



[no name] (The Man Without a Past)

Dory (Finding Nemo)

Eleanor Mannering (Garden of Lies)

Giambattista "Yambo" Bodini (The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana)

Jason Bourne (The Bourne Identity)

Joel Barish and Clementine Kruczynski (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)

Leonard Shelby (Memento)

*Manech (A Very Long Engagement)

Nick Petrov (Oblivion)

Peter Appleton (The Majestic)

Rita (Mulholland Drive)

Ryder (The Unconsoled)

Samson Greene (Man Walks into a Room)

Will Barrett (The Last Gentleman)


May  25,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

[T]he greatest thrill the collector can have is the "discovery."  By discovery, I mean many things: (1) something someone thought was something else, but you know to be different; (2) something someone overlooked who was in the shop just before you were, but your eyes are brighter and you didn't overlook it, although sometime later you understand why they did, and wish you had; (3) something extraordinary which you "sense" is better or rarer than other people think, and it turns out to be so; (4) and lastly, something which you never heard of but which, after you've "discovered" it, turns out to have been "discovered" importantly many times before, but anyway was a discovery to you like a well-known little resort where everybody goes--or Paris.

--I Like What I Know by Vincent Price

May  24,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

In Luke's case, something took him away from the light, from what he most wanted and loved.  As if the seed's impulse towards the light becomes warped or damaged so that it takes itself deeper and deeper into the soil.  as it buries itself deeper so it redoubles its efforts to attain the light.  But in doing so, like the deer we saw exhausting itself by struggling in a trap, it succeeds only in burying itself still further.  Eventually the urge towards the light withers because, as if through the workings of some last-ditch, built-in fail-safe, only by ceasing to struggle can it hope to survive.  At some very late stage it senses that it is its longings which have condemned it.  And so it remains where it is, a faint pulse of life in the darkness, directionless, not moving.

--Paris Trance by Geoff Dyer

May  23,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

I think now that certain destinies are the opposite of manifest: ingrown, let's say.  Hidden, rarely revealing themselves, probably not even felt as a force, they work like the process or instinct that urges a seed in the soil in the direction of the light: as strong, silent and invisible - as imperceptible - as that. 

--Paris Trance by Geoff Dyer

May  22,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Women withheld themselves from men and then, for a while at least, they gave themselves to a man, to one man.  And what a stroke of fortune it was, what a miracle, if you turned out to be that man!  I am her man, Luke thought to himself.  But how arbitrary it was, this privilege, and how precarious.  There could come a time when he would find himself excluded as totally as Pierre from the invisible field of her consent, her desire, her trust.  He held her tighter, as if this extra exertion of pressure could indefinitely forestall such an eventuality.  Everything he could think of saying was inadequate.  He was her man.  Nothing he could do or say could do justice to this fact.  He kissed her.

'You taste of cherries,' she said.

--Paris Trance by Geoff Dyer

May  21,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

People were crowded together as tightly and neatly as an audience at a cinema but here they were both audience and subject; in watching everyone else they were watching themselves.  Everyone had a part to play and everyone played the same part.  In these circumstances, sunglasses - looked at, looked through - came into their own.  Implicit in the idea of sitting on the café terrace was both question ('It's nice sitting here isn't it?') and response ('Yes, lovely') and all conversations were more or less elaborate versions of this basic call-and-response of reflexive affirmation: 'What better place to be in the world than here at this café?'  'Nowhere, this is perfect.'

--Paris Trance by Geoff Dyer

May  20,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

There was an element of novelty, of absurdity, to what had happened but they were both fearful that they had crashed through to that other dimension of domestic relationships where arguing and making up, yelling and apologising become the norm.  Then the making up and apologising fall by the wayside.  From there it is a small step to plate-smashing, hatred and attritional dependence.

--Paris Trance by Geoff Dyer

May  19,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Especially as what had seemed so vital and affirming about him ('yes, always yes') became, exactly as Sahra, half-jokingly, had claimed, simply greedy ('more, always more').  He fell for the easy part of the Rimbaud myth, the prolonged and systematic derangement of the senses, but - like many before him - he had none of the discipline or drive of the genuine artist and ended up with nothing to show for it, except what he'd done to himself.

--Paris Trance by Geoff Dyer

May  18,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Walking in the royal park at Brussels, the inquiring traveler, if he diverge but a few yards from the graveled alleys of pleached lime, will come across a hollow among the shrubberies which is now used as a midden in which the gathered leaves are rotted down for leaf mold.  In this declivity there is a small stone bearing a Latin inscription.  It ells the inquiring traveler that on this spot the Duke of Muscovy, having drunk heavily, was violently sick.  What is interesting about this memorial is that the Belgians at that date should have regarded the public vomiting of a reigning, even if barbarous, prince as so odd as to merit being recorded for posterity.  It is strange also that, even after Poltava, they should have styled him Duke of Muscovy and  not given him his correct title of Tsar of All the Russias.

--The Age of Reason: The Eighteenth Century in Reason and Violence by Harold Nicolson

[N.B.:  This little anecdote concerns Peter the Great, 1672-1725).]

May  17,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Perhaps the most absurd of all these distinctions and badges was what they used to call "le pour."  When the King went to Marly only the most favored of his courtiers were asked to accompany him and it became a matter of intense preoccupation to know whether on arrival one had or had not been granted "le pour."  What did this so desired distinction amount to?  It was regarded as infinitely more glorious if the master of the household had written in chalk upon one's bedroom door "Pour M. le Duc de Soubise," or merely "Le Duc de Soubise."  By such tiny points of differentiation did the King impose upon his courtiers the illusion that they were in fact playing an honorable and useful part in public life.

--The Age of Reason: The Eighteenth Century in Reason and Violence by Harold Nicolson

May  16,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

The pattern of servitude that he imposed may appear to our minds degrading.  Yet when we were schoolboys we took it as quite natural that those who excelled in games or became prefects or monitors should be granted privileges, which although utterly trivial in practice were esteemed and sought for as symbols of distinction.  It was at Versailles regarded as a high honor to be permitted to hand the King his shirt in the morning or to hold the candle for him when he retired to bed.  Elderly ladies of the court would protest venomously if anybody not possessing the right to sit on a footstool was granted a footstool by royal favor.  Endless quarrels arose over the right, when in church, to kneel on a square of cloth laid on the marble pavement; on the right to have both panels of a double door opened for one by the lackeys; on whether one was privileged to attend the King's smaller levées or only to enter with the others when the doors were opened to the crowd.

--The Age of Reason: The Eighteenth Century in Reason and Violence by Harold Nicolson

May  15,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Saint Simone, who disliked him personally, could not but admire the unsurpassed skill with which he fulfilled his function.  "Never," he writes, "has any prince possessed to so high a degree the art of reigning."  He admired his unwavering dignity and that "terrifying majesty of bearing which came so naturally to him."  He admired his capacity for regular hard work and the extreme punctuality with which he carried out his many duties.  He admired what he called "the mechanism" that he had invented for his courtiers, providing them with intricate ceremonial functions and thus diverting their attention from politics or the affairs of state.

--The Age of Reason: The Eighteenth Century in Reason and Violence by Harold Nicolson

May  14,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Night after night the flicker of ten thousand candles would be reflected in the mirrors of saloons and galleries, throwing a radiance on tapestried or marbled walls, on painted ceilings, upon crowds of silk and velvet courtiers, upon the rubies and diamonds looped in their high headdresses, upon blue liveries and white wigs.  From the garden terraces outside would come the sound of violins mingling with the splash of fountains and cascades.  The King was about to enter.  The courtiers, with only apparent casualness, would range themselves down each side of the gallery, still laughing and chattering among themselves.  Suddenly the halberds of the guards would crash sharply upon the parquet of the anteroom and a hush would descend.  The doors would be flung open and Louis XIV, followed at a carefully prescribed distance by the reigning mistress, the bastards, and the great officers of state, would pass rapidly down the aisle, acknowledging the bows and curtsies with a slight but majestic inclination of the head--undeviating, formidable, and superb.

--The Age of Reason: The Eighteenth Century in Reason and Violence by Harold Nicolson

May  13,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

"I like," writes Fontenelle, "to discover small chance origins for important events.  It seems natural to me and worthy of the play of fortune."

--The Age of Reason: The Eighteenth Century in Reason and Violence by Harold Nicolson

May  12,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

He thus avoided all emotion, all passion, all unattainable desires, anything that might ruffle his equanimity.  As Madame Geoffin recorded, he never laughed; like Lord Chesterfield, he only smiled.  He never wept; he never lost his temper; he never "broke into a run."  He never allowed himself any feelings other than those that might profit his felicity.  As his biographer, Le Cat, remarked, he was like a bee who sucked nectar from every pleasure but never allowed himself to be pricked by a thorn.  He avoided all romantic attachments and busied himself, as Stendhal said, "by addressing subtle remarks to young women."  When Diderot commented upon this insensibility he replied, "It is now eighty years since I relegated emotion to my eclogues."

--The Age of Reason: The Eighteenth Century in Reason and Violence by Harold Nicolson

May  11,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

When misfortunes do occur it is a wise practice to look forward to the time when one will have forgotten all about them and thus to project oneself into a calm future.  He pities those "agitated persons" who despise tranquility.  Nothing is so fragile as the state of happiness and we should do everything to avoid giving it shocks.  Ambition, for instance, is a most dangerous emotion, since even when it is successful it increases a man's bulk and thus enlarges his area of vulnerability.  One should strive to be "on good terms with oneself [être bien avec soi]," since when misfortunes occur one is inevitably thrown back upon oneself and it is thus very important to render oneself "an agreeable place into which to retreat."

--The Age of Reason: The Eighteenth Century in Reason and Violence by Harold Nicolson

May  10,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

A curious link between the seventeenth and the eighteenth centuries was Bernard de Fontenelle, who lived for exactly one hundred years from 1657 to 1757.  He was not so much a skeptic as an Epicurean, who believed that the sole aim of life was happiness and that this could be achieved only by detaching oneself from all passion and all worldly ambition and by reaching a condition of almost complete ataraxy.  In a way he succeeded in this ambition.  His contention was that the gift of happiness was born in an individual character, even as a sound constitution and healthy organs are inherited.  Man is granted but a limited ration of happiness upon this earth and must preserve and expend his ration with care and forethought.  His precept was: "Do not by your imagination create for yourself imaginary ills, since we are not perfect enough to be continually miserable."

--The Age of Reason: The Eighteenth Century in Reason and Violence by Harold Nicolson

May  9,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

The youths of France have always been tempted to repudiate the conventions of the older generation, and they are glad to think that their own minds are nimble, fashionable, and up to date.  Thus in the eighteenth century the Paris intellectual acquired the habit of questioning, not the supernatural only, not only existing institutions, but anything that had been believed in, or reverenced by, their fathers and mothers.  And since Paris in those days was the crucible of ideas, what was felt and thought in Paris rapidly spread throughout the civilized world.

--The Age of Reason: The Eighteenth Century in Reason and Violence by Harold Nicolson

May  8,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

When Catherine II, in bidding farewell to Ségur III, referred to "the new philosophy," she was not thinking of any coherent system, such as that of Descartes or Locke, but rather of the pervading climate of skepticism that spread across Europe under the influence of Voltaire, Diderot, and the Encyclopédistes.  It is more difficult, when addressing intelligent minds, to found faith than to disseminate doubt.

--The Age of Reason: The Eighteenth Century in Reason and Violence by Harold Nicolson

May  7,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

[Saint Simon] was devoted to his placid and sensible wife, and when she died he gave orders that one side of her coffin should be left open, so that when he himself should follow her to the grave they should remain united and their two coffins could be joined together by iron clamps.  At the time of the Revolution the villagers of La Ferté-Vidame broke into the vault, dragged the coffins apart, and flung the two skeletons into the village midden.  Even in this posthumous outrage the duke and duchess remained united.

--The Age of Reason: The Eighteenth Century in Reason and Violence by Harold Nicolson

May  6,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

At length the Iron Chancellor would propound to his court his special recipes for roast oysters; grumble that once upon  a time he could devour eleven hard-boiled eggs for breakfast, but now he could only manage three; boast how in his diplomatic training he and his fellows practised drinking three-quarters of a bottle of champagne while negotiating.  'They drank the weak-headed ones below the table, then they asked them all sorts of things . . . and forced them to make all sorts of concessions . . . then they made them sign their names. . . . .'  It was a revealing insight into the art of 'blood and iron' diplomacy.

--The Fall of Paris by Alistair Horne

May  5,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Few butchers were above taking advantage of their sudden emergence as the most powerful (and most detested) section of the community; cat, said Professor Sheppard, was frequently sold as 'an otter, or a rare species of hare, or an extraordinary small and odd kind of sheep', and a lamb offered to one British correspondent ironically turned out to be a wolf.

--The Fall of Paris by Alistair Horne

May  4,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

One resourceful Parisian made handsome profits through a factory manufacturing false 'trophies' of war, where he produced Prussian Pickelhauben and sabres by the score, as well as forging 'next-of-kin' letters that were certified to have been removed from a Prussian corpse; and O'Shea remembered an 'ingenious rascal with a bandaged head who paraded a pair of human ears in a jar of spirits of wine on the boulevards, and brought down a flush of coppers by making believe that they were his own, sliced off by the Barbarous Prussians'.

--The Fall of Paris by Alistair Horne

May  3,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

But most of the ideas reaching the Committee formed a fascinating catalogue of science fiction and sheer fantasy.  One suggested the poisoning of the river Seine where it left Paris; another the 'decomposition' of the air surrounding the Prussians; and a third the loosing of all the more ferocious beasts from the zoo--so that the enemy would be poisoned, asphyxiated, or devoured.  There was a considerable vogue for adaptations of 'Greek fire' that would consume him by fire in various ways, and someone proposed a 'musical mitrailleuse' that Siren-like would lure the Kultur-lovers by playing Wagner and Schubert, and then scythe them down.  Another ambitious soul suggested hitching a sledge-hammer worthy of Vulcan, weighing ten million tons and encompassing fifteen miles, to a series of balloons and then cutting the ropes over Moltke's H.Q.

--The Fall of Paris by Alistair Horne

May  2,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Although it was by far the most practical, the balloon was by no means the only scientific development to occupy fertile Parisian minds during the Siege.  Inventions and ideas of all kinds poured into the government by the hundred, so that even before the investment it was forced to set up a Comité Scientifique to deal with this flood of ingenuity.  One of the first serious propositions placed before it had been the mining of Versailles and St.-Cloud; the mines to be fired electrically from Paris so as to prevent the Prussians setting up gun batteries there.  Fortunately--although some forebears of 'Dr. Strangelove' on the Committee seem to have regretted it--this proposal was turned down. 

--The Fall of Paris by Alistair Horne

May  1,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

All these conflicting components tended to lead to the same cul-de-sac; whatever Louis-Napoleon intended for his people, the final result was usually the opposite.  Above all, he pledged them 'the Empire means Peace', but gave France her most disastrous war; Canute-like, during the terrible floods of 1855 he had declared, 'I give my honour that under my reign rivers, like revolutions, will return to their beds and not be able to break forth'; yet in his wake France was plunged into the bloodies revolt in her history.  'If surnames were still given to Princes', said de Girardin, the journalist, 'he would be called the Well-Meaning.'  It was fair comment.

--The Fall of Paris by Alistair Horne

April 30,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

As long as historical speculation proves profitable, the character of Louis-Napoleon will engage biographers.  Seldom has so controversial a character held the sceptre of such power in Europe.  It would be hard to name an opposite not contained in him: outrageous audacity and great personal courage wrestled with timidity; astuteness with almost incredible fallibility; seductive charm with its antonym; downright reaction with progressiveness and humanity ahead of their age.  Machiavelli jousted with don Quixote, and the arbiter was Hamlet.

--The Fall of Paris by Alistair Horne

April 29,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

For their delectation, as well as for those lower down the social scale, there were the semi-amateurs: the comédiennes (whom it was said the Bois de Boulogne 'devoured in quantity'), the lorettes with their apprentices called biches, the grisettes, and the cocodettes.  All could be picked up by the bushel at 'Mabille's', or at the circus which on opening nights reminded the Goncourts of 'a stock exchange dealing in women's nights'.  For the Bohemians there were the grenouillères; unattached, easy-going young women who hopped from garret to gareet, like the English art student who declared she was for 'free love and Courbet!'

--The Fall of Paris by Alistair Horne

April 28,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

For clients the grandes horizontales drew from the idle rich dandies like feuillet's 'Monsieur de Camors', who described his day as follows: 'I generally rise in the morning. . . . I go to the Bois, then to the club, and then to the Bois, and afterwards I return to the club. . . . In the evening if there's a first night anywhere I fly to it.'  Everything in the Second Empire seemed designed for their greater convenience; there was even a newspaper, the Naïade, made of rubber--so that it could be read while wallowing in the bath.

--The Fall of Paris by Alistair Horne

April 27,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

The greatest of the grandes horizontales, 'La Païva', once asked Ponsard the playwright to compose some verses in honour of her sumptuous new staircase (in what is now the Travellers' Club on the Champs Elysées), and he replied with a single line adapted from Phedre: 'Ainsi que la vertu, la vice a ses degrés.' ['Vice, like virtue, has its steps up and down.']

--The Fall of Paris by Alistair Horne

April 24,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

One of them, whom I dearly wish I had known better, was a psychiatrist named Mariano de la Cruz, who, because psychotherapy was so uncommon in Spain (though slightly more familiar in Barcelona, the least Catholic and most "European" of Spanish cities), was the man to whom artists and intellectuals who felt destabilized would resort, as more devout people would seek the absolution of a favorite priest in the confessional  Since few of his patients had much money, they paid in paintings, prints, and drawings, and he ended up with a handsome collection that crammed the walls of his modest flat in Eixample.  There would have been nothing so very unusual about this except that Mariano was also a passionate and erudite aficionado of the bullring, of which Barcelona had two, and led what was more or less a second life as the bullfight critic of La Vanguardia.  I am right in thinking that his elderly charmer, who looked like a rubicund peach with a fringe of white hair, was the first and only man in the world to make his living half from Freudian/Lacanian analysis and half from tauromachy?  I hope so.  Certainly he was the only shrink at whose table (and he was a great gourmet, too, courted, feared, and respected by the restaurants of Barcelona, and famed for his version of the festive boiled-meat dish known as escudella) one might conceivably have met El Cordobés or, years before, Ignacio Sánchez Mejías, the torero whose death inspired García Lorca to write his lament with the refrain At five in the afternoon.

--Things I Didn't Know by Robert Hughes

[N.B.:  And a fictionalized Senor Cruz as an amateur detective would give Hercule Poiret a run for his money.]

April 23,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Artists, I came to believe, are not prophets and should not imagine themselves to be, for that is merely a form of pomposity.  Their work does not "foreshadow" later paintings or sculptures, as in an act of divination or clairvoyancy; instead, it becomes the basis of later works by being used, imitated, learned from by later artists.  In other words, it becomes part of the past and assumes the value that we associate with the past.  To the extent that it is radical, it is only so in the literal sense of the Latin radix, a root; it absorbs nourishment, gives support, and offers rootedness and a degree of security in an otherwise bafflingly hypothetical future.  It may be what you call "conservative" I might call "radical," but that does not preclude the possibility that both of us are looking at something new.  The truly radical work of art is the one that offers you something to hold on to in the midst of the flux of possibility.  Thus Piero della Francesca's Baptism, in London, or Rembrandt's sublimely inward-looing Bathsheba, in the Louvre, is radical in a deep way that no Damien Hirst could ever be--which is why even mentioning them in the same sentence is faintly comical.

--Things I Didn't Know by Robert Hughes

April 22,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

The past is pervasive; it seeps into everything; it is the very air that artists and their public breathe.  And yet because the past is irreplaceable and cannot be done again, it was that very past, not the present or the future, that was so delicate, so vulnerable, so dreadfully easy to erase.

--Things I Didn't Know by Robert Hughes

[N.B.:  And this quality is exactly what motivates ISIS with respect to its destruction of cultural artifacts that pre-date Islam.  You can write anything on an erased--a blank--slate.]

April 21,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

For there we were filming in the gallery on press day, and not a hundred feet away, across the shiny parquet, was my literary demigod: Old Man Palinurus himself, Cyril Vernon Connolly.  Shall it be now?  I asked myself.  Or shall it be never? Quaking somewhat, I approached the dread presence and launched into one of those atrociously clumsy self-introductions that young Australians are so good at.  I owed him so much, so very much.  If I had nor read (and read and reread) The Unquiet Grave, I could hardly have raised the gumption to leave Australia.  This speech took rather a long time, and by the end of it I caught an icy glint in Connolly's froggy eyes.  "I cannot believe," he said at last, "that I am to be held entirely responsible for the accidental effects of my juvenilia in remote colonies."  Just like that, one sentence.  It was the remote, hit with the clarity of a funeral chime, that got me.  He then turned on his heel and walked away, leaving me to contemplate oblivion.

--Things I Didn't Know by Robert Hughes

April 20,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

It is a frequent irony that those in whom we feel we need to make an offering of our past feel threatened, or isolated, or diminished by that past.

--The Virgin in the Garden by A.S. Byatt

April 17,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

"Also, of course, there are people who come to tell you things, who want to have told someone a certain thing, to have talked about it - but can't actually bring themselves to say what the real matter is.  Some people are very oblique-partly because they daren't say-partly because they're not prepared to trust anyone who can't guess what they only hint at-partly because they don't know what they are on about, and hope if they go on talking it'll become clear to them.  They don't care so much if it's clear to me."

--The Virgin in the Garden by A.S. Byatt

April 16,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

"They said you were going to be a head-shrinker."

"No, no, no.  An academic psychologist.  I intend to study the relations between perception and thought.  Not libido, dear girl, thought.  The ultimate narcissism, the brain measuring its own ticks and fluctuations.  The roots of knowledge."

"How can it?"

"How can it?"

"How can it know itself?  How can it study what itself is?  It can't get outside itself."

"Machines, Federica."

"Machines it thought up itself."

"Well - not it.  Several discrete brains.  But it's a valid point.  A closed circle.  The brain can't check the brain's conclusions about the brain's conclusions about the brain.  No harm in trying, though."

--The Virgin in the Garden by A.S. Byatt

[N.B.:  A closed circle--where did we run across that image before?  Oh yes, the post from April 13th.]

April 15,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

He was the sort of boy schoolmasters secretly hope will come a cropper, so blithe, so arrogant, so effortless, so ingrate had been his academic proceedings.  They wrote heavily qualified references which Cambridge ignored.

--The Virgin in the Garden by A.S. Byatt

April 14,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

"Conjuring with the wrong images.  Since then we've been living in an anthropocentric universe with our eyes and ears and minds shut.  What's called Religion isn't about inhuman Spirit but about Man and Morals and Progress, which are much less important.  and then Science came, which should have given them an inkling, an inkling of the inhuman Powers that Be, but what they did was develop their antrhopocentricity into the terrible idea that Man is the Master of all Things.  Now that, Potter, is black conjuring, that produced Hiroshima and Satanic mills.  Science could have been used, of course, to re-establish the ancient knowledge that Man had his place on a Scale of Being as an intermediary between Pure Matter and Pure Spirit.  But they talked about the indomitable human spirit and the empty heavens and lost their chances."

--The Virgin in the Garden by A.S. Byatt

April 13,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

"The Renaissance was when they got Man's relationship with Spirit wrong.  They revived the old pagan idea that Man is the Measure of all things, which of course is absurd, and that idea did untold damage.  Instead of infinity you had to be content with a circle a man could touch at every point." 

--The Virgin in the Garden by A.S. Byatt

April 12,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

The abuse of words upon which our official doctrine depended was already prefigured in the sacred texts of Marx, Engels, and Lenin.  The goal, Karel said, was not to tell explicit lies but to destroy the distinction between the true and the false, so that lying becomes neither necessary nor possible.  And he compared Newspeak to kitsch, the purpose of which is to destroy the distinction between true and false sentiment, so as to remove emotion from reality and invest it in a world of fantasy, where nothing has a value, though everything has a price.

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 11,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

"Distrust was built in to the system from the beginning," he said ignoring my question.  "The first axiom of Marx Scientist is that everything they tell you is a lie.  The second axiom is that it doesn't matter, since you are lying too.  The third axiom is 'Kill all liars!'  That's what they did to this guy, Radim Drejsl, who came back from the Soviet Union with an odd desire to tell unofficial lies of his own.  He ended up on the pavement, five floors below his apartment.  In those days you went forward with Gottwald through the nearest window."

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 10,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Dressed in this music-hall costume, he accompanied himself in the song composed by Radim Drejsl for the First Church of Marx Scientist, Czechoslovak branch: Za Gottwalds vpred, "Forward with Gottwald," which he sang in a high caressing tenor.  The effect was so ludicrous that I found myself curled up in laughter on a broken-springed sofa, clutching in my merriment the batting-eyed doll in frilly underwear that occupied one of its corner.

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 9,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

There are things, he explained, which in their true form cannot be bought and sold: love, honor, duty, sacrifice.  But if we wish to buy and sell them nevertheless, we have to construct soft fairyland versions of them.  That, he said, is the meaning of kitsch: it is the representation, in a world of falsehood, of ideals that we once had in the world of truth.  All this culminates in communism, which is kitsch of a new kind: kitsch with teeth.

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 8,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Living now in a country of religious maniacs, I hold onto my Czech skepticism as a badge of sanity.  But I spontaneously resonated to Father Pavel's message.  He described the supernatural as an everyday presence, folded into the scheme of things like the lining of a coat.  The Christian religion, he said, is not refuted by suffering, but uses suffering to make sense of the world.  And he added a thought that surprised me, not because it was at odds with what I knew, but because it fitted my experience so exactly.  God, he said, could be present among us only if He first divests himself of power.  To enter this world dressed in the power that created it would be to threaten us all with destruction.  Hence God enters in secret.  He is the truly powerless one, whose role is to suffer and forgive.  That is the meaning of the sacrifice, in which the body and blood of the Redeemer are shared among his killers.

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 7,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

She stopped in the Charles Square, by the New Town Hall, from the windows of which, in 1419, the Hussite leader Jan Zelivsky had thrown thirteen town councillors to their deaths.  Defenestration is a Czech tradition, the only one that the communists had retained.  The monument to Zelivsky stands in the square, reminding us of our national virtues.  No monument commemorates those thirteen councillors.

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 6,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

And he wrote of a spiritual force that had rotted things from within: the religion of Progress, which forbade humanity to stand still, not even for a moment, making it a sin to enjoy the luminous present and all the depths that shine in it, as they shone for me in those two Mahler symphonies--5 and 6--that had acquired a special place in Dad's collection of records.

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 5,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Dad stood in his pajamas, his handcuffed wrists in front of him, his face white and frozen.  He was found guilty of subversion in collaboration with a foreign power.  We never knew which foreign power they had in mind.  the power of literature, maybe.  Or perhaps his reading parties were the cover for something more serious that they chose not to reveal.  anyway, he got five years hard labor.  Three years on, we were told that a mine had collapsed, burying a dozen enemies of the people.  Dad was one of them.

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 4,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Everything seemed to be moving along well, developing favorably and successfully and most loyally; the Empire was growing and even, as His Supreme Highness stressed, blossoming--when suddenly reports came in that those overseas benefactors who had taken upon themselves the trouble of feeding our ever-insatiable people had rebelled and were suspending shipments because our Finance Minister, Mr. Yelma Deresa, wanting to enrich the Imperial treasury, had ordered the benefactors to pay high customs fees on the aid.  "You want to help?' the minister asked.  "Please do, but you must pay."  and they said, "What do you mean, pay?  We give help!  And we're supposed to pay?"  "Yes," says the minister, "those are the regulations.  Do you want to help in such a way that our Empire gains nothing by it?"  And here, together with the minister, our press raises its voice to denounce the rebellious benefactors, saying that by suspending aid they condemn our nation to the cruelties of poverty and starvation.  They oppose the Emperor and interfere in internal affairs.  It was rumored, my friend, that half a million people had died of hunger, which our newspapers blamed on these shameful, infamour missionaries and nurses. 

--The Emperor: Downfall of an Autocrat by Ryszard Kapuscinski

April 3,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

We must remember that the Palace was a nest of mediocrity, a collection of second-rate people, and in a time of crisis such people lose their heads and think of nothing but saving their own skins.  Mediocrity is dangerous: when it feels itself threatened it becomes ruthless.

--The Emperor: Downfall of an Autocrat by Ryszard Kapuscinski

April 2,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Up north there was no rebellion.  No one raised his voice or his hand there.  But just let the subject start to eat his fill and then try to take the bowl away, and immediately he rises in rebellion.  the usefulness of going hungry is that a hungry man thinks only of bread.  He's all wrapped up in the thought of food.  He loses the remains of his vitality in that thought, and he no longer has either the desire or the will to seek pleasure through the temptation of disobedience.  Just think: Who destroyed our Empire?  Who reduced it to ruin?  Neither those who had too much, nor those who had nothing, but those who had a bit.  Yes, one should always beware of those who have a bit, because they are the worst, they are the greediest, it is they who push upward.

--The Emperor: Downfall of an Autocrat by Ryszard Kapuscinski

April 1,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

And I'll go so far, my friend, as to say that we had a loyal press--yes, loyal in an exemplary way.  To tell the truth, there wasn't much of it, because for over thirty million subjects twenty-five thousand copies were printed daily, but His Highness worked on the assumption that even the most loyal press should not be given in abundance, because that might create a habit of reading, and from there it is only a single step to the habit of thinking, and it is well known what inconveniences, vexations, troubles, and worries thinking causes.

--The Emperor: Downfall of an Autocrat by Ryszard Kapuscinski



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