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remmers
The Mysterious Quote - Fall 1998 Edition Mark Unseen   Oct 3 20:00 UTC 1998

This is the fall edition of a Grex game that has been running for many
seasons now.

It works like this: Whoever is "up" posts a published quote. The object
is to guess the author. The first person to guess correctly gets to give
the next quote.

If you're up and people are having trouble, it's considered good form to
give hints and/or another quote by the same author.

If you're guessing, please guess one author at a time (that is, no
scattergun guessing by one person). If you're told that your guess is
wrong, then you're free to guess a different author.

Your quotes can be easy or hard, but the authors should be people that
at least some Grexers are apt to have heard of.

Since I'm entering the item, I'll start. Stay tuned for a quote to show
up momentarily...
207 responses total.
remmers
response 1 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 3 20:06 UTC 1998

Okay, here's my quote:

        We were camping in the oasis. My companions were asleep.
        An Arab, tall and white, walked past me; he had attended
        to the camels and was going to the sleeping area.

        I flopped backwards into the grass; I tried to sleep; I
        couldn't -- the keen howl of a distant jackal; I sat up
        again. And something that had been so far away was
        suddenly near. A swarming of jackals all around me; eyes
        gleaming in matte gold and fading; lithe bodies in agile,
        regular motion as if under a whip.

        One jackal came up from behind, squeezing under my arm
        and against me as if needing my warmth; then stood before
        me and spoke to me, almost eye to eye:

        "I am the eldest jackal far and wide. I am happy to be
        greeting you here. I had already given up all hope, for
        we have been awaiting you for an eternity; my mother
        waited and her mother and every one of their mothers
        all the way back to the mother of all jackals. Believe
        me!"
rcurl
response 2 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 3 21:15 UTC 1998

Agora 36 - Fall 1998 Mysterious Quote - has been linked to Books 77.
remmers
response 3 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 3 22:42 UTC 1998

I should add -- there's no restriction on genre. Fiction, non-fiction,
prose, poetry, all fair game.
polygon
response 4 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 4 01:42 UTC 1998

It sounds like an American who doesn't actually have any direct
experience with North African or Middle Eastern deserts.

James Thurber?
remmers
response 5 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 4 02:49 UTC 1998

Not Thurber. But like Thurber, the author is (a) deceased, (b) male, and
(c) very well known (probably more so than Thurber).
mcnally
response 6 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 4 03:43 UTC 1998

  re #5:  presumably well-known for reasons other than his writing?
sekari
response 7 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 4 04:04 UTC 1998

shot in the dark= Hemingway?
omni
response 8 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 4 07:59 UTC 1998

  Mark Twain?
remmers
response 9 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 4 10:21 UTC 1998

Re resp:6 - Nope, known primarily as a writer.

Not Hemingway or Twain.
iggy
response 10 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 4 15:04 UTC 1998

kipling?
janc
response 11 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 4 16:48 UTC 1998

Oh!  She took my guess!  She took my guess!
remmers
response 12 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 4 23:06 UTC 1998

Kipling's not a bad guess, but it ain't Kipling.
rkuriyan
response 13 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 5 11:10 UTC 1998

Kahlil gibran?
remmers
response 14 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 5 11:41 UTC 1998

Not Kahlil Gibran.

Here's another quote by this author:

        We halted at the bridge spanning the mountain torrent;
        those who had run further doubled back. The water below
        smashed against rocks and roots as if it were not
        already late in the evening. There was no reason why no
        one jumped up to the balustrade of the bridge.

        In the distance, a railroad train emerged from behind
        some shrubbery, all the compartments were lit, the
        glass windows were probably down. One of us began
        singing a popular hit, but we all wanted to sing. We
        sang much faster than the train moved, we swung our
        arms because our voices weren't strong enough, our
        voices formed a scrimmage in which we felt cozy. If
        you blend your voice with other voices, you are
        virtually caught on a fishhook.

        And so, with our backs to the forest, we sang for the
        ears of distant travelers. The adults were still awake
        in the village, the mothers were making up the beds
        for the night.

        It was already time. I kissed the one standing next
        to me, casually shook hands with the three nearest
        ones, and began to run back; no one called out to me.
        At the first crossroads, where they could no longer
        see me, I turned off and ran back into the forest
        along dirt roads. I was heading toward the southern
        city which our villagers talk about:

        "There are people there! Just imagine, they don't
        sleep!"

        "And why not?"

        "Because they don't get sleepy."

        "And why not?"

        "Because they're fools."

        "Don't fools get sleepy?"

        "How could fools get sleepy?"
davel
response 15 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 5 11:51 UTC 1998

Hmm.  Sounds much more recent than Kipling, Twain, even Thurber, IMO.  I have
no idea who it is, however.
remmers
response 16 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 5 13:38 UTC 1998

The author lived around the same time as Kipling but was considerably
younger. His life overlapped significantly with Twain's as well. He
was definitely earlier than Thurber.
davel
response 17 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 5 22:09 UTC 1998

Hmph.  Without checking dates, I'll guess G. K. Chesterton, then.  So much
for my ear.
remmers
response 18 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 5 22:42 UTC 1998

Not G.K. Chesterton.
remmers
response 19 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 6 14:53 UTC 1998

To drop a somewhat obscure and possibly annoying hint -- all the 
guesses so far make a tacit assumption that is, in fact, wrong.
omni
response 20 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 6 17:26 UTC 1998

 Wodehouse?
atticus
response 21 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 6 18:14 UTC 1998

Sir Winston Churchill?
jep
response 22 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 6 19:04 UTC 1998

re #19: aha!  I conclude that remmers is pulling everyone's leg, and all 
the hints are lies; that the author doesn't meet any of the stated 
criteria, and didn't write the quotes.

Arthur C. Clarke

(I so rarely get to make a guess in these items that I just couldn't 
resist, though clearly I should have.)
remmers
response 23 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 6 19:38 UTC 1998

None of the above.

All the guesses so far still share the same erroneous assumption.

The author is *very* well known. However, I have not been quoting from 
the author's better-known works. If nobody has it by this evening, I 
think I'll post another quote.
sekari
response 24 of 207: Mark Unseen   Oct 6 20:20 UTC 1998

though i have no idea about the author, a common assumption about all the the 
authors givin is that they were/are  not natives of the settings described
in the selections. 
I don't think that makes as much sense as it should. anyway, bait us some more.
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