Author: Jim Crace
Cites
- Alexander Pope (2)
- IN: Harvest (2013) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.
FROM: Ode on Solitude, (1735), Poem, UK
- Theodore Roosevelt (1)
- IN: All that Follows (2010) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who spends himself for a worthy cause... and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly.
FROM: NULL, (1910), Speech, US
- Bertrand Russell (1)
- IN: All that Follows (2010) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts.
FROM: The Triumph of Stupidity, (1933), Essay, UK
- Sherwin Stephens (1)
- IN: Being Dead (1999) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: Don't count on Heaven, or on Hell.
You're dead. That's it. Adieu. Farewell.
Eternity awaits? Oh, sure!
It's Putrefaction and Manure
And unrelenting Rot, Rot, Rot,
As you regress, from Zoo, to Bot.
I'll Grieve, of course,
Departing wife,
Though Greiving's never
Lengthened Life
Or coaxed a sigle extra Breath
Out of a Body touched by Death.
FROM: The Biologist's Valediction to his Wife, (1999), Poem, NULL
- Ellis and Soule, Michael (Professor) Winward (1)
- IN: Quarantine (1997) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: An ordinary man of average weight and fitness embarking on a total fast - that is, a fast during which he refuses both his food and drink - could not expect to live for more than thirthy days, nor to be conscious for more than twenty-five. For him, the forty days of fasting described in religious texts would not be achievable - except with divine help, of course. History, however, does not record an intervention of that kind, and medicine opposes it.
FROM: The Limits of Mortality, Ecco Press, New Jersey (1993), (1993), Fictional, NULL
- Alain Tancred (1)
- IN: The Melody (2018) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: ... but we are by now weary of the piety of galleries and the gaudiness of churches. Instead, we stroll along the Avenue of Fame, where, amongst the busts and bronzes of little distinction, we find the lifesized statue of a naked boy, placed there through the benefaction of a will in 1939. Our guide assures us that the boy steps down from his pedestal at night and causes trouble in the town. He has witnesses it himself, he says: the trouble and the pedestal, though not the child.
FROM: One Hundred Towns of Character and Charm (revised edition, 1952), translated by the author, (1952), Fictional, NULL
- Sir Butler, Harry Penn (1)
- IN: The Gift of Stone (1988) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: I asked my boys to search and sort the flints in the spoil heap by the mine. They had high hopes of finding implements, a broken arrow-head at least. All they found, in fact, was the skeletal lower arm of a child. Marks on the hinge joint of the ulna suggested that it had been removed by surgery of some kind. We sent the bones across to Carter for some tests -- and then we entertained ourselves that night, in the darkness of our tents, inventing reasons why the arm was there, and what the fate had been of that child's other bones.
FROM: Digs and Diversions -- Memoirs of an Excavationist, (1927), NULL, NULL