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Grex > Poetry3 > #245: The Spring Mysterious Quote item |  |
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slynne
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response 145 of 215:
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May 17 16:01 UTC 2001 |
It is not Joseph Conrad, King or Orson Scott Card.
Here is a hint: This author is very well known but this quotation is not
from his most well known work, a work that is mostly well known for
political reasons.
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remmers
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response 146 of 215:
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May 17 16:49 UTC 2001 |
Alan Paton?
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brighn
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response 147 of 215:
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May 17 17:07 UTC 2001 |
Ginsberg? >=}
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slynne
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response 148 of 215:
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May 17 20:03 UTC 2001 |
nope and nope.
Here is another passage from the same novel:
In the remote border town of Q., which when seen from the air
resembles nothing so much as an ill-proportioned dumb-bell, there once
lived three lovely, and loving, sisters. Their names...but their real
names were never used, like the best household china, which was locked
away after the night of their joint tragedy in a cupboard whose location
was eventually forgotten, so that the great thousand-piece service from
the Gardner potteries in Tsarist Russia became a family myth in whose
factuality they almost ceased to belive...the three sisters, I should
state without further delay, bore the family name of Shakil, and were
universally known (in decending order of age) as Chhunni, Munnee and
Bunny.
And one day their father died.
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mooncat
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response 149 of 215:
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May 17 20:53 UTC 2001 |
Neil Gaiman?
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gelinas
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response 150 of 215:
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May 17 21:07 UTC 2001 |
I don't have a good quote, but I'm still going to guess: George Orwell.
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slynne
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response 151 of 215:
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May 17 21:11 UTC 2001 |
nope and nope
I have a couple of hints I could give you but they would be too easy. I
am trying to think of a medium hint but I'll give the easy hint in a
couple of days for sure.
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brighn
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response 152 of 215:
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May 17 21:18 UTC 2001 |
This is a bad guess, but since Joe did Orwell, we can't get much worse: Rand
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gelinas
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response 153 of 215:
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May 17 21:20 UTC 2001 |
I can think of two more possibilities, but I can only remember one name:
Graham Greene. (I've a collection of his stories, but it never made it to
the top of the "books to read" stack.)
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slynne
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response 154 of 215:
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May 17 21:39 UTC 2001 |
No, but you guys are giving good guesses.
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slynne
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response 155 of 215:
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May 17 21:41 UTC 2001 |
Ok, here is another hint: He was born in India.
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mooncat
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response 156 of 215:
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May 17 21:53 UTC 2001 |
Baba Ram Das?
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mooncat
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response 157 of 215:
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May 17 21:53 UTC 2001 |
(oh wait... he was born here... never mind. <grins>)
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aruba
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response 158 of 215:
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May 17 22:14 UTC 2001 |
Kipling?
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stacie
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response 159 of 215:
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May 17 22:35 UTC 2001 |
This book is a nice post-modernist piece of work. I hope that doesn't give
it away! ;-)
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carson
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response 160 of 215:
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May 17 23:29 UTC 2001 |
(is it Deepak Chopra?)
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danr
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response 161 of 215:
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May 18 00:45 UTC 2001 |
VS Naipaul (sp?)
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gelinas
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response 162 of 215:
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May 18 02:24 UTC 2001 |
(Orwell served as a British officer in Southeast Asia; 'twas a memory of
his tale of when he shot a "rogue" elephant that made me suggest him.)
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brighn
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response 163 of 215:
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May 18 03:31 UTC 2001 |
I was actually going to guess this before the India and post-modern hints,
when I really thought about the politics comment, but it does happen to fit
the other clues: Salman Rushdie
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slynne
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response 164 of 215:
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May 18 13:18 UTC 2001 |
Very good brighn! Your turn :)
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brighn
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response 165 of 215:
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May 18 13:34 UTC 2001 |
woowoo =} I'll post something this evening, when I have a book handy.
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carson
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response 166 of 215:
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May 18 21:15 UTC 2001 |
(drat. good job, brighn.)
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brighn
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response 167 of 215:
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May 19 21:09 UTC 2001 |
A strange yelping sound punctuated the din of the machine. Anthony opened his
eyes again, and was in time to see a dark shape rushing down towards him. He
uttered a cry, made a quick and automatic movement to shield his face. With
a violent but dull and muddy impact, the thing struck the flat roof a yard
or two from where they were lying. The drops of a sharply spurted liquid were
warm for an instant on their skin, and then, as the breeze swelled up out of
the west, startingly cold. There was a long second of silence. "Christ!"
Anthony whispered at last. From head to foot both of them were splashed with
blood. In a red pool at their feet lay the almost shapeless carcase of a fox
terrier. The roar of the receding aeroplane had diminished to a raucous hum,
and suddenly the ear found itself conscious again of the shrill rasping of
the cicadas.
Anthony drew a deep breath; then, with an effort and still rather unsteadily,
contrived to laugh. "Yet another reason for disliking dogs," he said and,
scrambling to his feet, looked down, his face puckered with disgust, at his
blood-bedabbled blody. "What about a bath?" he asked, turning to Helen.
She was sitting quite still, staring with wide-open eyes at the horribly
shattered carcase. Her face was very pale and a glancing spurt of blood had
left a long red streak that ran diagonally from the right side of the chin,
across the mouth, to the corner of the left eye.
"You look like Lady Macbeth," he said, with another effort at jocularity.
"*Allons.*" He touched her should. "Out vile spot. This beastly stuff's drying
on me. Like seccotine."
For all answer, Helen covered her face with her hands and began to sob.
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brighn
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response 168 of 215:
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May 22 01:43 UTC 2001 |
I'm not sure if the lack of guesses is due to the snafu of the system or,
well, a lack of guessing. I'll post clues tomorrow if there haven't been any
guesses
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davel
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response 169 of 215:
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May 22 12:11 UTC 2001 |
I'm quite sure I haven't read this quote, & think it very likely that I
haven't read this author. My lack of guesses is due to that, as well as
to my not having been on Grex for a few days.
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