
“I spent all of my life trying to stay away from sports and here I am in a sporting arena.”
1993-12-30 at the Great Western Forum, Inglewood, California
Stage banter
Sports Illustrated (19 December 1966)
“I spent all of my life trying to stay away from sports and here I am in a sporting arena.”
1993-12-30 at the Great Western Forum, Inglewood, California
Stage banter
“Sporting Life 22 January 1909.”
“I love May's first storms:
chuckling, sporting spring
grumbles in mock anger;
young thunder claps.”
A Spring Storm
“My heart was rife with the joy of life,
For I loved you even then.”
Evolution (1895; 1909)
Context: When you were a tadpole and I was a fish
In the Paleozoic time,
And side by side on the ebbing tide
We sprawled through the ooze and slime,
Or skittered with many a caudal flip
Through the depths of the Cambrian fen,
My heart was rife with the joy of life,
For I loved you even then.
1840s, Heroes and Hero-Worship (1840), The Hero as Divinity
TV Interview Roda Viva, TV Cultura 1986 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGcO6lXb2Zo
1820s, Critical and Miscellaneous Essays (1827–1855)
Context: Humor is properly the exponent of low things; that which first renders them poetical to the mind. The man of Humor sees common life, even mean life, under the new light of sportfulness and love; whatever has existence has a charm for him. Humor has justly been regarded as the finest perfection of poetic genius. He who wants it, be his other gifts what they may, has only half a mind; an eye for what is above him, not for what is about him or below him. Now, among all writers of any real poetic genius, we cannot recollect one who, in this respect, exhibits such total deficiency as Schiller. In his whole writings there is scarcely any vestige of it, scarcely any attempt that way. His nature was without Humor; and he had too true a feeling to adopt any counterfeit in its stead. Thus no drollery or caricature, still less any barren mockery, which, in the hundred cases are all that we find passing current as Humor, discover themselves in Schiller. His works are full of labored earnestness; he is the gravest of all writers.