“Each gun-captain was a king, every breech a small demanding kingdom.”
Douglas Reeman (1924–2017) British author
A Tradition of Victory, Cap 5 "The Stuff of Battle"
Poem "Bartolomeu Dias", verses 1-2
Message
Original: Jaz aqui, na pequena praia extrema,
o Capitão do Fim.
“Each gun-captain was a king, every breech a small demanding kingdom.”
Douglas Reeman (1924–2017) British author
A Tradition of Victory, Cap 5 "The Stuff of Battle"
Glen Cook book Shadow Games
Source: Shadow Games (1989), Chapter 31, “Taglios: a Boot-Camp City” (p. 165)
“You’ve behaved very highhandedly, Captain Mallory. Is that the custom out here?”
C. J. Cherryh book Downbelow Station
“The custom is, sir, that those who know a situation handle it and those who don’t watch and learn, or get out of the way.”
Book 1, Chapter 4 (p. 34)
Downbelow Station (1981)
“If you are playing bad you are going to lose here, on clay, on ice, or on the beach.”
Rafael Nadal (1986) Spanish tennis player
Preparing to play at the 2006 US Open http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/low/tennis/5295932.stm
Ava Gardner (1922–1990) American actress
In 1959 during the filming of On the Beach.
This has become a standing joke about Melbourne, but it's almost certainly either apocryphal or a misquotation.
Misattributed
“Some books are lies frae end to end,
And some great lies were never penn'd…”
Robert Burns (1759–1796) Scottish poet and lyricist
Death and Dr. Hornbook, st. 1 (1787)
Variant: Some books are lies frae end to end.
“History is facts which become lies in the end; legends are lies which become history in the end.”
Jean Cocteau (1889–1963) French poet, novelist, dramatist, designer, boxing manager and filmmaker
As quoted in The Observer (22 September 1957)
Context: What is history after all? History is facts which become lies in the end; legends are lies which become history in the end.
“Some books are lies frae end to end.”
Robert Burns (1759–1796) Scottish poet and lyricist
Death and Dr. Hornbook, st. 1 (1787)
Mervyn Peake (1911–1968) English writer, artist, poet and illustrator
Poem O'er seas that have no beaches