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remmers
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The Mysterious Quote
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Dec 24 14:31 UTC 1995 |
Here's how this game works: The person who's "it" enters a quote
from a published work. It can be fiction, nonfiction, poetry,
anything. The challenge is to guess the author of the quote.
The first person to guess correctly is now "it" and gets to
give the next quote.
If people are having trouble guessing your author, it's con-
sidered polite to give hints or offer up an additional quote from
the same author.
When you offer a guess, it's nice if you can give the reasoning
behind the guess, even just to say that it's a "wild stab in the
dark", or something more substantive if you can. Part of the
object of this exercise is to help people think about and learn
something about literature.
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remmers
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response 1 of 223:
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Dec 24 14:39 UTC 1995 |
Since there's no quote left over from the previous edition of Agora,
I'll start. Here's my quote:
Fanny and Loo arrived this afternoon. Austin and Vinnie
fetched them from the train. It is uncommon delight to
have my little cousins close - if only for a few days.
The are sweet and simple listeners. There was time today
to explore the meadow - now denuded of crops - and feel
the seasons changing. We talked until the dying light
made us retreat. Both ends of day are frugal now. Gold
view everywhere with scarlet - and in the confusion -
Summer has surrendered. Where she stood is only chill -
and one departing Daisy. Death puts on it's colors and
masquerades as Life. Each ruddy leaf partakes of both -
as we ourselves in a gentler hour. Advent is only
prelude to departure. The leaves - knowing - grope for
solace beneath my window to meet reviveless sleep.
Slight hint: The author is a deceased American.
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headdoc
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response 2 of 223:
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Dec 24 22:11 UTC 1995 |
Fitzgerald, F. Scott?
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zook
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response 3 of 223:
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Dec 25 03:32 UTC 1995 |
Faulkner, William?
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remmers
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response 4 of 223:
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Dec 25 10:38 UTC 1995 |
Nor Fitz nor Faulk. But like F. Scott and William, this author is
generally considered to be one of the United States' greatest
literary figures.
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fitz
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response 5 of 223:
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Dec 25 11:01 UTC 1995 |
I'll make a guess based on the association I have of the names in the
quote with a certain era:
Might it be Sherwood Anderson?
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raven
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response 6 of 223:
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Dec 25 18:53 UTC 1995 |
Hemingway?
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shade
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response 7 of 223:
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Dec 26 01:19 UTC 1995 |
Oh no!!! (a gasp before the item is forgotten :})
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rlawson
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response 8 of 223:
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Dec 26 03:21 UTC 1995 |
If you don't have anything nice to say, ...
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remmers
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response 9 of 223:
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Dec 26 14:23 UTC 1995 |
Neither Sherwood Anderson nor Ernest Hemingway. The author is
earlier than any of the people guessed so far.
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raven
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response 10 of 223:
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Dec 26 17:20 UTC 1995 |
Hawthorn?
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slynne
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response 11 of 223:
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Dec 26 21:32 UTC 1995 |
Ok this is my stab in the drk guess. Alcott?
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remmers
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response 12 of 223:
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Dec 26 23:39 UTC 1995 |
Not Hawthorne or Alcott. But like them, the author is 19th century.
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raven
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response 13 of 223:
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Dec 27 00:10 UTC 1995 |
Henry James?
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rcurl
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response 14 of 223:
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Dec 27 06:19 UTC 1995 |
This item has been linked from winter agora 15 to books 47.
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remmers
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response 15 of 223:
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Dec 27 11:18 UTC 1995 |
Not Henry James.
The quote above was not from a work of fiction. Here's another,
same author, also non-fiction:
A day of culinary frustration! This morning I had
just put Father's favorite pudding in the oven when
called to the side door by a child looking for his
lost pussy. I let my attention fix on his plight
and took him to the barn - where there is much
amusement for a cat! Our search was long but un-
successful and when I returned the pudding was
burned. Not wishing to disappoint Father, I made
a second batch. Later I put potatoes on to boil but
let the pan run dry while I took a respit from my
watch. Some lines occurred and I had no pencil
handy. I hurried to the conservatory but forgot to
hurry back! Caution finally found me - and the rest
of the dinner reached uneventful completion.
Housewifery is wearisome - but Devotion shapes
the task. As we all sat at table - so different in
our longings and secret sorrows yet joined by
Love's mysterious adhesive power - I thought again
how holy a place is home. For though we share meals
more easily than minds, in no other ground could my
seeds take root. Here no man times my toil and I
answer to none for it. Though I must do my part for
the family's comforts, yet I have the freedom - and
solitude - for my truest work - such as a wife
would never know.
There is safety in their familiar affection -
demonstrated warily. To ask for understanding
were - perhaps - ingratitude.
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omni
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response 16 of 223:
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Dec 27 16:40 UTC 1995 |
Clarence Day Bringing Up Father.
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drew
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response 17 of 223:
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Dec 27 18:46 UTC 1995 |
Oh! He meant a cat. Okay...
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shepherd
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response 18 of 223:
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Dec 28 00:10 UTC 1995 |
*nosetouch*
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remmers
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response 19 of 223:
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Dec 28 14:35 UTC 1995 |
Not Clarence Day. Remember, the author is a major 19th century
American literary figure.
To review the quotes, type only 1; only 15 at the next prompt.
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slynne
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response 20 of 223:
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Dec 28 17:49 UTC 1995 |
Is the author a woman?
(ok here is my latest stab in the dark guess: Edith Wharton)
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polygon
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response 21 of 223:
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Dec 28 19:26 UTC 1995 |
Jane Austen? (Or was she British?) There's a lot of domestic detail here.
The style is certainly 19th century, and the settings seem rural. How
about George Eliot?
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remmers
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response 22 of 223:
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Dec 28 20:45 UTC 1995 |
Not Wharton, Austen, or Eliot--the last two are British, and our
author is earlier than Wharton. But yes, the author is female, and
the setting is rural.
Remember, the quotes are *not* from a work of fiction--the author
is writing about events in her own life. In fact, she is not known
as a fiction writer. As far as I know, she never wrote any.
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slynne
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response 23 of 223:
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Dec 28 22:36 UTC 1995 |
Laura Ingalls Wilder?
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brown
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response 24 of 223:
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Dec 29 00:22 UTC 1995 |
I have enough info to guess with Dickinson. <:)
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