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Lundenwic
Oct 2001
time: 15:37
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Sir Richard Steele, writer:
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(1672-1729) Irish writer. Pseudonym of Isaac Bickerstaff. Sir Richard Steele was an essayist, dramatist, journalist, and politician. His works include: "The Funeral" (1701), "The Lying Lover" (1703), "The Tender Husband" (1705), and "The Conscious Lovers."
Steele recognized the enormous possibilities of periodical literature distributed by post-coaches, and founded (with Addison) two of the greatest efforts of that genre. The 'Tatler' (1709-1711) and the 'Spectator' (1711-1712) exposed the affectations, conceits, vices, and corruptions of all levels of society to the derision of humorous satire and comedic caricature. Along with moral, literary, and political comments we can find here too the beginnings of the modern novel.
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http://classiclit.about.com/gi/dyna...k%2Fs971121.htm
" Though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to behold her is an immediate check to loose behaviour; to love her was a liberal education. "
What Tuberski says about his missus everyday, I'd imagine.
"Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body. "
Sir Richard Steele
" Whenever you commend, add your reasons for doing so; it is this which distinguishes the approbation of a man of sense from the flattery of sycophants and admiration of fools. "
Sir Richard Steele
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To find the Northwest Passage
Aug 2001
time: 13:37
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I was just about to post the Rocket's picture.
For those who don't know: he was called the rocket because of the way he glared at goalies as he skated in to shoot, and score. His eyes were like the rocket's red glare.
One reporter wrote:
"Even when he didn't have the puck, he reeked malevolence; lurking, circling, preying, and then -- his black eyes beneath the black eyebrows beneath the black slash of hair -- suddenly wild-eyed maniacal, his mouth twisted open as if a deformity, and pouncing on the puck like some Hannibal Lecter of the ice, personally insulted that the puck was defying him by being on the ice and not where he'd damn well knew it belonged -- in the back of the net; and he'd attack that puck, and the crowd would gasp in electric anticipation, and he'd hurl it ferociously to its rightful place, the crowd on its feet raping him with the cheers he'd heard so many times."
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Lundenwic
Oct 2001
time: 15:37
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Ryszard Kapuscinski, writer of 'The Emperor', and 'Shah of Shahs' and 'The Soccer War', respectively about the last days of Haile Selassie, Shah Reza Pahlavi and El Salvador and Honduras goping to war over a leather bladder (almost).
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Born in Pinsk, now in Belarus, in 1932, Kapuscinski is the pre-eminent writer among Polish reporters. After honing his skills on domestic stories, he traveled throughout the world and reported on several dozen wars, coups and revolutions in America, Asia, and especially in Africa, where he witnessed the liberation from colonialism. |
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Ook! Ook! Ack! Ack! Ack!
Jun 2002
time: 05:37
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Richard Cory
by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich--yes, richer than a king--
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
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Lundenwic
Oct 2001
time: 15:37
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Richard Dadd, mad painter and inspiration for the Queen song 'The Fairy Feller's Master Stroke' :
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Richard Dadd (August 1, 1817 - January 7, 1886) was a Victorian painter of fairies and other supernatural subjects, depicting them with obsessively minuscule detail. A talented early career led to admission to the Royal Academy of Arts at the age of 20. With William Powell Frith, Augustus Egg, Henry O'Neil and others, he founded The Clique.
During a trip to the Middle East and Europe in 1842, Dadd became progressively less rational and increasingly violent, believing himself to be under the influence of the Egyptian god Osiris.
On his return, he was diagnosed to be of unsound mind and was taken by his family to recuperate in the countryside village of Cobham, Kent. In 1843, Dadd murdered his father with a knife whilst deluded, believing him to be the Devil in disguise, and fled for France; en route to Paris Dadd attempted to murder another tourist with a razor, but was unsuccessful and was arrested by the police. Dadd confessed to the murder of his father and was returned to England, where he was committed to the criminal department of Bethlem psychiatric hospital.
In the hospital he was allowed to continue to paint and it was here that many of his masterpieces were created. After 20 years at Bethlem, he was transferred to Broadmoor, another psychiatric hospital, where he lived out the rest of his life.
Which condition he suffered from is unclear, but it is usually understood to be a form of schizophrenia. Alternatively, it is sometimes claimed that he suffered from what is now known as bipolar disorder.
His most celebrated painting, 'The Fairy Feller's Master-Stroke', was to become the title of a song by the rock band Queen. 'Come unto these Yellow Sands', a play based on his life, was written by Angela Carter. "The Wee Free Men"- a discworld novel by Terry Pratchett edited in 2003 was in a central part inspired by the painting "the fairy feller's Master-Stroke".
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