Author: Jaclyn Moriarty

Cites

• John Conduitt (1)
  • IN: A Corner of White (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: [Isaac Newton] received the famous problem which was intended to puzzle all the Mathematicians in Euope at four o'clock in the afternoon when he was very much tired with the business of the Mint where he had been employed all day, and yet he solved it before he went to bed that night.
    FROM: Memoir of Isaac Newton, (1727), Book, UK
• William Stukeley (1)
  • IN: The Cracks in the Kingdom (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: On the day that Oliver Cromwell died, there was a very great wind, or tempest over the whole kingdom. That day, as the boys were playing, a set of them went to leaping, Sir Isaac, tho' he was little practis'd in the exercise, and at other times outdone by many; yet this day was surprisingly superior to them all, which they much wondered at, but could not discover the reason; which was this: Sir Isaac observed the gusts of wind, and took so proper an advantage of them, as to carry him far beyond the rest...
    FROM: Memoirs of Sir Isaac Newton's Life, (1752), Book, UK
• Isaac Newton (3)
  • IN: A Tangle of Gold (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: [B]but if any one [colour] predominate, the light must incline to that colour; as it happens in the blue flame of brimstone; the yellow flame of a candle; and the various colours of the fixed stars...
    FROM: Letter of Mr. Isaac Newton, Containing His New Theory about Light and Colours (Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society, number 80), (1671), Letter, UK
• William Wordsworth (1)
  • IN: A Tangle of Gold (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And from my pillow, looking forth by light Of moon or favouring stars, I could behold The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
    FROM: The Prelude, Book 3, (1850), Poem, UK
• T. I. Candle (1)
  • IN: A Tangle of Gold (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The Winds of Cello are a hoot. I mean that literally. Sometimes they sound exactly like a cross between a car horn and an owl. No, it's more like a car horn and a owl engaged in chat: Toot hoot. Hoot toot? Toot. Ho-o-t?! Then, just when you're not expecting it - just when you're sniggering and turning to your books - the Cello Winds switch. Something surges forward like a sailboat on a wave; springs at your heart with claws of gold. The Wind find its feet - or its wings, or its voice - and the music that it sounds! How to describe it? Exquisite does not even come close! Try this. I have a friend (Albert) who once suggested that the music of the Winds is "that elusive thing that lies beyond all beauty; the aesthetic heart and soul of grief and love." I'll be honest, I often find Albert quite insufferable, but here, somehow, he almost hits the mark. Of course, the Cello Winds do more than play their music. They also blow away disease. In our Kingdom, no pestilence takes hold. No doubt you'll arrive in Cello determined to hear the Wind. Your determination counts for nothing. Indeed, you could spend a lifetime in Cello and never hear it once. (On the other hand, I am acquainted with a woman [Sophia] who has only ever been to Cello once - and that, very briefly, in transit - yet for the entire fifteen minutes she was regaled by the Winds. So. You know. Go figure.)
    FROM: The Kingdom of Cello: An Illustrated Travel Guide, (2016), Book, NULL