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Grex > Books > #96: That Gosh Darn Mysterious Quote Item | |
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bdh3
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response 11 of 98:
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Dec 25 06:18 UTC 2000 |
Tu Madre
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remmers
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response 12 of 98:
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Dec 25 10:44 UTC 2000 |
Not Hawthorne, not, um, Madre.
I'll post another quote by this author shortly.
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davel
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response 13 of 98:
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Dec 25 21:34 UTC 2000 |
John Buchan?
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aruba
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response 14 of 98:
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Dec 26 03:40 UTC 2000 |
Yay! The Mystery Quote is back! I'll guess Emily Bronte.
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remmers
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response 15 of 98:
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Dec 26 13:30 UTC 2000 |
Not Buchan, not Bronte. A further hint: The author is male
and wrote two of the best-known short stories in the English
language.
Here's another quote:
Hard by the farm-house was a vast barn, that might have
served for a church; every window and crevice of which
seemed bursting forth with the treasures of the farm; the
flail was busily resounding within it from morning till
night; swallows and martins skimmed twittering about the
eaves; and rows of pigeons, some with one eye turned up, as
if watching the weather, some with their heads under their
wings, or buried in their bosoms, and others swelling, and
cooing, and bowing about their dames, were enjoying the
sunshine on the roof. Sleek unwieldy porkers were grunting
in the repose and abundance of their pens; whence sallied
forth, now and then, troops of sucking pigs, as if to snuff
the air. A stately squadron of snowy geese were riding in
an adjoining pond, convoying whole fleets of ducks,
regiments of turkeys were gobbling through the farm-yard,
and guinea fowls freeting about it, like ill-tempered
housewives, with their peevish doscontented cry. Before
the barn-door strutted the gallant cock, that pattern of a
husband, a warrior, and a fine gentleman, clapping his
burnished wings, and crowing in the pride and gladness of
his heart -- sometimes tearing up the earth with his feet,
and then generously calling his ever-hungry family of wives
and children to enjoy the rich morsel which he had
discovered.
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jor
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response 16 of 98:
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Dec 26 13:47 UTC 2000 |
I hesitate, because remmers may have made it way too easy now,
plus I have no quotes to enter: Washington Irving.
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remmers
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response 17 of 98:
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Dec 26 13:59 UTC 2000 |
Hm, I wasn't aware I'd made it *that* easy, but you hit the
bullseye. Washington Irving it is.
First quote was from "The Spectre Bridegroom", second from
"The Legend of Sleepy Hollow".
Jor's up. You sure you can't find a quote?
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jor
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response 18 of 98:
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Dec 26 14:04 UTC 2000 |
It would just be a repitition from my tired old stable.
Which would also make it obvious. If something comes up
I'll go ahead, in the mean time, someone please take my turn.
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micklpkl
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response 19 of 98:
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Dec 27 02:08 UTC 2000 |
Anticipate charity by preventing poverty.
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remmers
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response 20 of 98:
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Dec 27 13:30 UTC 2000 |
(Is that a new quote?)
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micklpkl
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response 21 of 98:
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Dec 27 14:10 UTC 2000 |
It can be, if I'm not overstepping any boundaries.
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remmers
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response 22 of 98:
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Dec 27 18:07 UTC 2000 |
You're fine as long as it's from a published work by an
author who isn't hopelessly obscure.
I'll take a wild stab and guess Lyndon Johnson (since he
initiatied the "War on Poverty").
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micklpkl
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response 23 of 98:
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Dec 27 18:43 UTC 2000 |
Hopelessly obscure? Well, I should hope that this author isn't that, but you
will need to retreat much farther back in history than LBJ to find this quote,
which is, btw, a translation.
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other
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response 24 of 98:
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Dec 27 19:16 UTC 2000 |
Voltaire?
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micklpkl
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response 25 of 98:
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Dec 27 19:33 UTC 2000 |
No, not Voltaire.
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rca
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response 26 of 98:
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Dec 27 23:19 UTC 2000 |
Moses Maimonides?
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micklpkl
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response 27 of 98:
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Dec 28 01:02 UTC 2000 |
rca has it --- Rabbi Moses ben Maimon, also known by the acronym "Rambam"
wrote that in the 12th century, in his _Guide_to_the_Perplexed_.
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rca
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response 28 of 98:
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Dec 30 03:41 UTC 2000 |
Ok:
The shore road was "woodsy and wild and lonesome."
On the right hand, scrub firs, their spirits quite unbroken
by long years of tussle with the gulf winds, grew thickly.
On the left were the steep red sandstone cliffs, so near the
track in places that a mare of less steadiness than the
sorrel might have tried the nerves of the people behind
her. Down at the base of the cliffs were heaps of surf-worn
rocks or little sandy coves inlaid with pebbles as with
ocean jewels; beyond lay the sea, shimmering and blue,
and over it soared the gulls, their pinions flashing silvery
in the sunlight.
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md
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response 29 of 98:
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Dec 30 14:50 UTC 2000 |
Tama Janowitz?
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rca
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response 30 of 98:
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Dec 30 15:34 UTC 2000 |
Not Tama Janowitz
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md
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response 31 of 98:
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Dec 30 16:49 UTC 2000 |
Jack Kerouac?
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ngurah
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response 32 of 98:
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Dec 30 16:57 UTC 2000 |
help
help
hai
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happyboy
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response 33 of 98:
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Dec 30 20:51 UTC 2000 |
HAI!
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rksjr
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response 34 of 98:
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Dec 30 21:26 UTC 2000 |
I may be way off the mark, but somehow the quotation shares a vague
ambiance with novels in the category ...La Maison aux pignons verts, but
will need to do some checking before I begin theorizing regarding the author
thereof.
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davel
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response 35 of 98:
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Dec 31 19:15 UTC 2000 |
Don't. You can guess as often as necessary, though it's considered proper
to wait for at least one more response before guessing again.
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