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Saturday, 22 May 2010 @ 19:29
I'm just practicing John Donne quotes, and it's faster on computer. I figured I might get some hits out if it too:

CAREY: he survives on the fringes of society
his prose acts like the screwing down of a microscope into focus
KERMODE: Donne the poet is claiming what Donne the theologian claims is impossible; he constantly recurs to the point that man cannot desire annihilation.
MISC. thixotropic, antes muerto que mudado, 
Satire 3. on a huge hill
1622 sermon. such a Hill as may be seen every where
Love's Progress. the empty and ethereal way (link to Goodfriday, 1613. Riding Westward)
A Valediction: Of my name in the window. Here you see me, and I am you, Or think this ragged bony name to be / My ruinous anatomy. thy melted maid, scatterd body, recompact, the muscle, sinew, and vein / Which tile this house
The Progress of the Soul: Metempsychosis. his flesh is jelly yet, and his bones threads, like children's teeth through gums, those sinewy strings which do our body tie, like an unbent bow, tender conduit-pipe, as if his vast womb were / Some inland sea
conduits and cisterns, Psalms 51:6: Behold, thou desir'st truth in the inward parts. this infinite hive of honey...hath no dissection discovered to us. Meditation IV, Hymn to God my God, In my Sickness 'in all flat maps (and I am one, no man is an island entire of himself, every man is a piece of the continent.
Paradox 1. Because it begun must die, For after perfection immediately follows excess
Sir Robert Ker: 'Jack Donne' / 'Dr Donne'
Sir Henry Wotton: 'they are but swaggerers'
The Second Anniversaire: one might almost say her body thought, th'Electrum
A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Night: I am re-begot / Of absence, darkness, death - things which are not.
The Sun Rising: She's all states, and all princes I. The rags of time.
The Canonization: we'll build in sonnets pretty rooms
The Good Morrow: and makes in one little room an everywhere
A Valediction: forbidden Mourning: A breach, but an expansion, / As gold to every thinness beat.
If there be a minute of sand left (there is not), if there be a minute of patience left, hear me say, that minute that is left is the eternity we speak of.
The Exstasy: Our hands were firmly cemented / With a fast balm, which thence did spring; / Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread / Our eyes upon one double string.


Just checked. All correct. Two more lots to learn. Keep going.

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"The circle of human knowledge, illuminated by the pale, cold light of reason, is so infinitesimally small, the dark regions of human ignorance which lie beyond that luminous ring so immeasurably vast, that imagination is feign to step up to the borderline and send the warm, richly colored beams of her fairy lantern streaming out into the darkness ; and so, peering into the gloom, she is apt to mistake the shadowy reflections of her own figure for real beings moving in the abyss.

Sir James George FrazerThe Golden Bough
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I'm a 23 year-old student in London Cambridge London, studying English Literature Law. It's hard to really think of anything truly personal I can put here that might give you some idea of who I am, so I will just tell you that my favourite Shakespeare play is Richard II, my favourite chocolate bar is Snickers, and I have a bit of a thing for instant coffee, especially if someone else makes it for me.


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