From The Miracle of the Bells, by Russell Janney, Prentice-Hall, 1946, page 305 --
"Saint Michael, himself, took on Kid Lucifer and put him down and out for the full count!"
From A Moveable Feast, by Ernest Hemingway --
"There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it."
From the translator's introduction to Sollers Writer, by Roland Barthes, translated by Philip Thody (The Athlone Press, London, 1987) --
"Sollers Ecrivain is a difficult book to understand. Its ideal reader... would have an IQ of at least 160. She or he would also greatly benefit from having read the great classic novels of the nineteenth century."
From Notre-Dame de Paris, by Victor Hugo, translated by Walter J. Cobb--
BOOK VII, CHAPTER 7 -- THE PHANTOM PRIEST
"'What the devil!' said Phoebus. 'You know my name?'
'Not only do I know your name,' replied the cloaked man with a voice as from the grave, 'I know you have a rendezvous tonight.... at La Falourdel's'
'Exactly.'
'The old madame on the Pont Saint-Michel.'
'Yes, Saint Michel the Archangel, as the Paternoster says.'
'Impious one!' muttered the phantom. 'With a girl?'
'Confiteor -- I do confess it.'
'Whose name is --'
'La Smeralda,' finished Phoebus...."
BOOK VII, CHAPTER 8 -- THE USEFULNESS OF WINDOWS OPENING UPON THE RIVER
"All at once, Phoebus, with a rapid gesture, tore off the bodice of the gypsy.... She threw her arms around the captain's neck, looking at him suppliantly and smiling through her tears. Her soft bosom brushed against the rough embroidery of his woolen doublet. Her beautiful half-naked body writhed about his knees. The captain, drunk with passion, pressed his burning lips to her beautiful African shoulders. And the young girl, her eyes cast upward to the ceiling, bent backward, all trembling and palpitating under his warm kisses. Suddenly, above Phoebus' head, she saw another head, a face, livid, green, convulsive, with the look of hell in its eyes. Close to this face a hand was holding a dagger. It was the face and the hand of the priest. ......... When she came to.... the priest had disappeared. The window at the back of the room, which opened onto the river, was wide open."
BOOK VIII, CHAPTER 1 -- THE COIN CHANGED INTO A DRY LEAF
"'Suddenly I heard a scream upstairs, and something fell on the floor, and the window up there opened. I ran to my window, which is just below, and I saw a black mass falling. It dropped into the river. This was the phantom, dressed like a priest. There was moonlight, so I saw it very plainly. It swam toward the City.'"
From the translator's introduction to Dissemination, by Jacques Derrida, translated by Barbara Johnson, University of Chicago Press, 1981, page xxxi --
"Both Numbers and 'Dissemination' are attempts to enact rather than simply state the theoretical upheavals produced in the course of a radical reevaluation of the nature and function of writing undertaken by Derrida, Sollers, Roland Barthes, Julia Kristeva and other contributors to the journal Tel Quel in the late 1960s. Ideological and political as well as literary and critical, the Tel Quel program attempted to push to their utmost limits the theoretical revolutions wrought by Marx, Freud, Nietzsche, Mallarme, Levi-Strauss, Saussure, and Heidegger."
This is presumably the same Barbara Johnson who has served as the Frederic Wertham Professor of Law and Psychiatry in Society at Harvard.
Introduction
"It was granted to few divinities to move beyond the narrow provincialism of their beginnings and into a broad, polyglot cosmopolitanism."
-- The Left Hand of God, preface, by Adolf Holl, Doubleday, 1998
"Heraclitus.... says: 'The ruler whose prophecy occurs at Delphi oute legei oute kryptei, neither gathers nor hides, alla semainei, but gives hints."
-- An Introduction to Metaphysics, by Martin Heidegger, Yale University Press paperback, 1959, page 170
"The lord whose oracle is in Delphi neither indicates clearly nor conceals, but gives a sign."
-- Adolf Holl, op. cit., page 50
"... the Aryan Apollo had been deprived of his power and the Semitic Yahweh moved into the foreground...."
-- Adolf H., op. cit., page 55Liturgy of the Word
Martin Heidegger (op. cit.) on Sophocles, the first chorus from the Antigone, lines 332-375--First phase. We seek that which sustains the whole and towers above it....
There is much that is strange, but nothing
that surpasses man in strangeness....The second phase....We now... hear how the being of man, the strangest of beings, unfolds. ........
The third phase. The central truth of the song was set forth in the first phase. The second phase has led us through all the essential realms of the powerful and violent. The final strophe pulls the whole together into the essence of him who is strangest of all. Certain details might be considered and elucidated more fully.
Liturgy of the Eucharist
The remainder of this portion of the Mass to Apollo consists of the body of Lowry's novel."Certain details might be... elucidated more fully." -- Heidegger, above
"Wonders are many, and none is more wonderful than man...."
-- Sophocles, opening of the epigraph to the 1947 novel Under the Volcano, by Malcolm LowryConclusion
"To the two gods of art, Apollo and Dionysus, we owe our recognition that... there is a tremendous opposition, as regards both origins and aims, between the Apolline art of the sculptor and the non-visual, Dionysiac art of music."
-- The Birth of Tragedy, by Friedrich Nietzsche, Penguin, 1993, page 14
"Melody, then, is both primary and universal." (Author's italics)
-- Nietzsche, op. cit., page 33
"...in so far as he interprets music in images, he himself lies amidst the peaceful waves of Apolline contemplation...."
-- Nietzsche, op. cit., page 35
From Janney, op. cit., page 333--"He was singing softly:
'A pretty girl -- is like a melody ---- !'
But that was always Bill Dunnigan's Song of Victory....
Thus thought the... press agent for 'The Garden of the Soul.'""Estas son las mañanitas..."
-- Mexican melody
From On Beauty, by Elaine Scarry, Princeton University Press, 1999 --
"Homer sings of the beauty of particular things. Odysseus, washed up on shore, covered with brine, having nearly drowned, comes upon a human community and one person in particular, Nausicaa, whose beauty simply astonishes him. He has never anywhere seen a face so lovely; he has never anywhere seen any thing so lovely....
I have never laid eyes on anyone like you,
neither man nor woman...
I look at you and a sense of wonder takes me.
Wait, once I saw the like --
in Delos, beside Apollo's altar --
the young slip of a palm-tree
springing into the light."
June 13, 2002 shc759