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|4 Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph — green leaves, dear reader, on a |
dead tree. CYRIL CONNOLLY 11903-74), British crilic. "The Journal of Cyril
Connolly 1928-1937" (published in David Pryce-Jones, Journal and Memoir,
|2 You're 'Connolly' all your life until you become famous, then you're 'that bastard |
Connolly'. Quoted in the Observer 9 June ... 1 Green leaves on a dead tree is our
epitaph – green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree. 'The Journal of Cyril ...
|Connolly, Cyril Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph -- green leaves, dear |
reader, on a dead tree. - Connolly, Cyril It is a mistake to expect good work from
expatriates for it is not what they do that matters but what they are not doing.
|Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph - green leaves, dear reader, on a |
dead tree. The wind blows up a ragged mist from the Isle of Wight appealing to
my warm love of the unseasonable and the obscure. Don't ever accept a literary ...
|The Greek lines may be thus rendered : — Let who will boast their courage in the |
field, I find but little safety in my shield ... sacks, and the go-carts, which were to
transport his corpus at dead of night, to the lecturer's table and the dissecting
knife; ... Trees there are none, there is nothing green but the weeds, and on an
average there is not more than one tombstone to a ... green leaf. The citizen will
recognize the places to which we allude.* We cannot trust ourselves to say much
of the ...
|The book is a classic satire in the form of a dictionary on which Bierce worked for decades. It was originally published in 1906 as The Cynic's Word Book before being retitled in 1911.|
|Dear Jaek,-—-[ was surprised, pleased, delighted by your last ... and the fruit she |
pluck'd, That hung from many a tempting hongh—all but The rose of Sharon and
the tree of life. This, dung its fragrance to the gale, and spread Its blushing
beauties; that. its healing leaves Displayed, and fruit lmmortal ... and when our
own age and circumstances correspond with those of the dead, a warning voice
admonishes us of the little ... We are apt to fall into another grand error in our
|A new edition of Sylvia Plath's Pulitzer Prize-winning Collected Poems, edited and with an introduction by Ted Hughes|
|. . . You end up muttering back at just about every ornately constructed pensée that Connolly utters, but that’s one of the joys of this book.”—Nick Hornby, The Believer “A remarkable book.”—Anthony Powell|