Imagine a rambling, patchy house, the best part built of grey stone, and red-tiled, a round tower jutting at one of the corners, the mellow darkness of its conical roof surmounted by a weathercock making an agreeable object either amidst the gleams and greenth of summer or the low-hanging clouds and snowy branches of winter: the ground shady with spreading trees: a great cedar flourishing on one side, backward some Scotch firs on a broken bank where the roots hung naked, and beyond, a rookery: on the other side a pool overhung with bushes, where the water-fowl fluttered and screamed: all around, a vast meadow which might be called a park, bordered by an old plantation and guarded by stone lodges which looked like little prisons.
Eliot, George. Daniel Deronda. London: Penguin Books, 2012. p. 366.
And so farewell from your little droog. And to all others in this story profound shooms of lip-music, brrrrrr. And they can kiss my sharries. But you, O my brothers, remember sometimes thy little Alex that was. Amen. And all that cal.
Burgess, Anthony. A Clockwork Orange. London: Penguin Books, 2013 (Restored Edition). p. 204.
The God of the Old Testament is arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent bully.
Dawkins, Richard. The God Delusion. London: Bantam Press, 2006. p.31.
Want aan U draag ik myn boek op, Willem de derde, Koning, Groothertog, Prins… meer dan Prins, Groothertog en Koning… KEIZER van ‘t prachtig ryk van INSULINDE dat zich daar slingert om de evenaar, als een gordel van smaragd…
Multatuli [Eduard Douwes Dekker]. Max Havelaar, of De Koffiveilingen der Nederlandsche Handelmaatschappy. Amsterdam: Athenaeum, 2002. p. 248.
Overkempe, Remy Laurence. Gods: A Play. Amsterdam: Martian Prince, 2013. p. 16 (draft).
Flaubert, Gustave, Comte Georges-Louis Leclerc de Buffon (orig.), Francis Steegmuller (ed.). The Letters of Gustave Flaubert 1830–1857. Cambridge: Belknap Press, 1980. p. 66.
[…] for [Pellerin] had realised once for all the stupidity of Line. One should not look for Beauty and Unity in a work of art so much as character and variety.
Flaubert, Gustave. Sentimental Education. London: Penguin Books, 2004. p. 130.
Dooley finished his beer at a gulp, again giving his jolly monk’s laugh at the thought of man’s digestive vicissitudes.
Powell, Anthony. The Valley of Bones. London: Penguin Books, 1968. p. 25.
The taxi men don’t believe my address when I give it to them, and so they forget to come — they say they’re coming, but they don’t come.
Drabble, Margaret. The Needle’s Eye. London: Penguin Books, 1973. p. 25.