"Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities." --Voltaire
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
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"He sat around a long time in Hollywood doing nothing, as writers do there or did. His first assignment was to collaborate on a script for a movie that was getting nowhere. His collaborator was William Faulkner. Working with a writer who was 'one of perhaps the ten most important in the world' was too much for him. The young Fuchs, paralyzed by awe, couldn't meet Faulkner's eyes, he mistered him in that very first-name world. Faulkner finally said, softly, that he knew what the trouble was. 'You think I'm anti-Semitic.' Yes, Fuchs replied. 'Well, it's troo-oo,' Faulkner said, 'but I don't like Gentiles neither.'" - Martin Greenberg, "Daniel Fuchs: 'A man must make money'", The New Criterion, October 2007
Don't forget, Guy Fawkes Day is coming soon, too. W.P. Mayhew
"Remember, remember the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot, I see no reason why Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot. Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent to blow up King and Parliament. Three-score barrels were laid below to prove old England's overthrow; By God's mercy he was catch'd with a dark lantern and lighted match. Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring. Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King! And what shall we do with him? BURN HIM!"
"Tell me, why does Margarita call you the master?" enquired Woland.
The man laughed and said : "An understandable weakness of hers. She has too high an opinion of a novel that I've written."
"Which novel?"
'"A novel about Pontius Pilate.'"
Again the candle flames flickered and jumped and the crockery rattled on the table as Woland gave a laugh like a clap of thunder. Yet no one was frightened or shocked by the laughter; Behemoth even applauded.
"About what? About whom?" said Woland, ceasing to laugh. "But that's extraordinary! In this day and age? Couldn't you have chosen another subject? Let me have a look." Woland stretched out his hand palm uppermost.
"Unfortunately I cannot show it to you," replied the master, "because I burned it in my stove"
"I'm sorry but I don't believe you," said Woland. "You can't have done. Manuscripts don't burn." He turned to Behemoth and said : "Come on. Behemoth, give me the novel."
The cat jumped down from its chair and where he had been sitting was a pile of manuscripts. With a bow the cat handed the top copy to Woland. Margarita shuddered and cried out, moved to tears :
"I suffered a good deal from the cold, but it is quite untrue, as some have it, that the polar temperatures in Cambridge bedrooms caused the water to freeze solid in one's washstand jug. As a matter of fact, there would hardly be more than a thin layer of ice on the surface, and this was easily broken by means of one's toothbrush into tinkling bits, a sound which, in retrospect, has even a certain festive appeal to my Americanized ear." - Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory
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"He sat around a long time in Hollywood doing nothing, as writers do there or did. His first assignment was to collaborate on a script for a movie that was getting nowhere. His collaborator was William Faulkner. Working with a writer who was 'one of perhaps the ten most important in the world' was too much for him. The young Fuchs, paralyzed by awe, couldn't meet Faulkner's eyes, he mistered him in that very first-name world. Faulkner finally said, softly, that he knew what the trouble was. 'You think I'm anti-Semitic.' Yes, Fuchs replied. 'Well, it's troo-oo,' Faulkner said, 'but I don't like Gentiles neither.'"
- Martin Greenberg, "Daniel Fuchs: 'A man must make money'", The New Criterion, October 2007
Don't forget, Guy Fawkes Day is coming soon, too. W.P. Mayhew
"Remember, remember the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I see no reason why Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent to blow up King and Parliament.
Three-score barrels were laid below to prove old England's overthrow;
By God's mercy he was catch'd with a dark lantern and lighted match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
And what shall we do with him?
BURN HIM!"
"Tell me, why does Margarita call you the master?" enquired Woland.
The man laughed and said : "An understandable weakness of hers. She has too high an opinion of a novel that I've written."
"Which novel?"
'"A novel about Pontius Pilate.'"
Again the candle flames flickered and jumped and the crockery rattled on the table as Woland gave a laugh like a clap of thunder. Yet no one was frightened or shocked by the laughter; Behemoth even applauded.
"About what? About whom?" said Woland, ceasing to laugh. "But that's extraordinary! In this day and age? Couldn't you have chosen another subject? Let me have a look." Woland stretched out his hand palm uppermost.
"Unfortunately I cannot show it to you," replied the master, "because I burned it in my stove"
"I'm sorry but I don't believe you," said Woland. "You can't have done. Manuscripts don't burn." He turned to Behemoth and said : "Come on. Behemoth, give me the novel."
The cat jumped down from its chair and where he had been sitting was a pile of manuscripts. With a bow the cat handed the top copy to Woland. Margarita shuddered and cried out, moved to tears :
"There's the manuscript! There it is!"
- Mikhail Bulgakov, Master & Margarita
"I suffered a good deal from the cold, but it is quite untrue, as some have it, that the polar temperatures in Cambridge bedrooms caused the water to freeze solid in one's washstand jug. As a matter of fact, there would hardly be more than a thin layer of ice on the surface, and this was easily broken by means of one's toothbrush into tinkling bits, a sound which, in retrospect, has even a certain festive appeal to my Americanized ear." - Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory
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