“Fate's fickle finger was feeling for my fundament.”
Source: The Mortdecai Trilogy, After You With The Pistol (1979), Ch. 20.
Part I, chapter 6.
Proverbs (1546), Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
“Fate's fickle finger was feeling for my fundament.”
Source: The Mortdecai Trilogy, After You With The Pistol (1979), Ch. 20.
2010s, 2018, Farewell statement (2018)
Context: I have tried to serve our country honorably. I have made mistakes, but I hope my love for America will be weighed favorably against them.
I have often observed that I am the luckiest person on Earth. I feel that way even now as I prepare for the end of my life. I have loved my life, all of it. I have had experiences, adventures and friendships enough for ten satisfying lives, and I am so thankful. Like most people, I have regrets. But I would not trade a day of my life, in good or bad times, for the best day of anyone else’s.
I owe that satisfaction to the love of my family. No man ever had a more loving wife or children he was prouder of than I am of mine. And I owe it to America. To be connected to America’s causes — liberty, equal justice, respect for the dignity of all people — brings happiness more sublime than life’s fleeting pleasures. Our identities and sense of worth are not circumscribed but enlarged by serving good causes bigger than ourselves.
"Fellow Americans" — that association has meant more to me than any other. I lived and died a proud American. We are citizens of the world’s greatest republic, a nation of ideals, not blood and soil. We are blessed and are a blessing to humanity when we uphold and advance those ideals at home and in the world. We have helped liberate more people from tyranny and poverty than ever before in history. We have acquired great wealth and power in the process.
Original: (it) Raggiungendomi con le tue mani ed avvertendo le mie dita, sussurro sulle tue labbra la mia infinita voglia di te.
Source: prevale.net
Confessions of a Madonna, SPIN, 1985-05-01 https://books.google.ru/books?id=9ugCQfxwym0C,
The Myth of Sisyphus (1942), An Absurd Reasoning
Context: If I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers. I can sketch one by one all the aspects it is able to assume, all those likewise that have been attributed to it, this upbringing, this origin, this ardor or these silences, this nobility or this vileness. But aspects cannot be added up. <!-- 159
“Over again I feel thy finger and find thee.”
" The Wreck of the Deutschland http://www.bartleby.com/122/4.html", lines 1-8
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
Context: Thou mastering me
God! giver of breath and bread;
World’s strand, sway of the sea;
Lord of living and dead;
Thou hast bound bones and veins in me, fastened me flesh,
And after it almost unmade, what with dread,
Thy doing: and dost thou touch me afresh?
Over again I feel thy finger and find thee.