Palestrina’s masses summarize all the preceding years of polyphony. And they haunt all subsequent western music—right up through Wagner. They tap this music on the shoulder, to remind it: “This is where you came from.”
Baldwin Tavinger, Toward a Rhetoric of Number.
“Jeremy wants to be talked about, Linda. That’s what it amounts to.”
Jane Chetwynde, The Have-Not Faradays.
“So you laughed out loud, you say? Well, that must have been somewhat noisy. Hmmm?”
Sebastian Sleeve, The Random Walk and Other Stories.
Modernism was the announcement of a new kind of barrenness.
Lajos Munczi, Casting Shadows.
“He’s a dictator, Bob. He has a right to execute people.”
Burdyce Goode, Wonderful With Dogs.
“Everyday words threaten to crumble into drifting dust when they march out of Mr. Derrida’s mouth,” exclaimed Stapleton, in a single breath.
Mark Anthony, The Tale of the Mirror.
“But that’s the whole point, Joanie. What is it that gets dark? Is it the air?”
Will Southey, Government Cheese, the Novel.
Nigel believes that everything does exist because everything ought to exist. That much, at least, should be made clear. Nevertheless, the reader might be mistaken to regard this as a key to the mystery that is Nigel.
Gareth Spence, She Braved All.
“Turn the other cheek” is not an admonition to surrender, Davis. Not by a long shot.
Clive Ennis, The Case of the Broken Handle.
“It’s a tradition, Paul. So, yes, I am sure that it will be quite dreary.”
Myrtle Mawby, Cabinets and Drawers, a Novel.
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