Jacques Ellul book Propaganda: The Formation of Men's Attitudes
Vintage, p. 9
Propaganda: The Formation of Men's Attitudes (1965)
Canto III, lines 14–15 (tr. Mandelbaum).
The Divine Comedy (c. 1308–1321), Inferno
Jacques Ellul book Propaganda: The Formation of Men's Attitudes
Vintage, p. 9
Propaganda: The Formation of Men's Attitudes (1965)
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien (1892–1973) British philologist and author, creator of classic fantasy works
Context: PIPPIN: I didn't think it would end this way.
GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.
PIPPIN: What? Gandalf? See what?
GANDALF: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.
PIPPIN: Well, that isn't so bad.
GANDALF: No. No, it isn't.
Kate Bush (1958) British recording artist; singer, songwriter, musician and record producer
Song lyrics, The Kick Inside (1978)
William Faulkner (1897–1962) American writer
Paris Review interview (1958)
Context: The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist's way of scribbling "Kilroy was here" on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.
Ralph Ellison (1914–1994) American novelist, literary critic, scholar and writer
"Brave Words for a Startling Occasion" (1953), in The Collected Essays, ed. John F. Callahan (New York: Modern Library, 1995), p. 153.
Oswald Mosley (1896–1980) British politician; founder of the British Union of Fascists
Revolution by Reason, p. 31, quoted in Robert Skidelsky, Oswald Mosley (Papermacs, 1981), p. 145.
Anatole France book The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard
Tous les changements, même les plus souhaités ont leur mélancolie, car ce que nous quittons, c'est une partie de nous-mêmes; il faut mourir à une vie pour entrer dans une autre.
Pt. II, ch. 4
The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard (1881)