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So have I loitered my life away, reading books, looking at pictures, going to plays, hearing, thinking, writing on what pleased me best. I have wanted only one thing to make me happy, but wanting that have wanted everything.
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Is not a patron one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and, when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labors, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received, or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron, which providence has enabled me to do for myself.Having carried on my work thus far with so little obligation to any favorer of learning, I shall not be disappointed though I should conclude it, if less be possible, with less; for I have long been wakened from that dream of hope, in which I once boasted myself with so much exultation, My Lord, Your lordship's most humble, most obedient servant, M.B. (with apologies to S.J.)
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Twenty-two acknowledged concubines, and a library of sixty-two thousand volumes, attested to the variety of his inclinations, and from the productions which he left behind him, it appears that the former as well as the latter were designed for use rather than ostentation. By each of his concubines he left three or four children. His literary productions were by no means contemptible.
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Most students will be content with what our present considers relevant; others will have a spirit of enthusiasm that subsides as family and ambition provide them with other objects of interest; a small number will spend their lives in an effort to be autonomous. It is for these last, especially, that liberal education exists. They become the models for the use of the noblest human faculties and hence are benefactors to all of us, more for what they are than for what they do. Without their presence (and, one should add, without their being respectable), no society—no matter how rich or comfortable, no matter how technically adept or full of tender sentiments—can be called civilized.
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It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she had just begun to move in, glittering like the morning star full of life and splendor and joy. 0h, what a revolution! and what a heart must I have, to contemplate without emotion that elevation and that fall! Little did I dream, when she added titles of veneration to those of enthusiastic, distant, respectful love, that she should ever be obliged to carry the sharp antidote against disgrace concealed in that bosom; little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her, in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor, and of cavaliers! I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards, to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult.
But the age of chivalry is gone; that of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded, and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever. Never, never more, shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart, which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom! The unbought grace of life, the cheap defense of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise is gone. It is gone, that sensibility of principle, that chastity of honor, which felt a stain like a wound, which inspired courage whilst it mitigated ferocity, which ennobled whatever it touched, and under which vice itself lost half its evil, by losing all its grossness.
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I think that the species of oppression by which democratic nations are menaced is unlike anything that ever before existed in the world; our contemporaries will find no prototype of it in their memories. I seek in vain for an expression that will accurately convey the whole of the idea I have formed of it; the old words despotism and tyranny are inappropriate: the thing itself is new, and since I cannot name, I must attempt to define it.
I seek to trace the novel features under which despotism may appear in the world. The first thing that strikes the observation is an innumerable multitude of men, all equal and alike, incessantly endeavoring to procure the petty and paltry pleasures with which they glut their lives. Each of them, living apart, is as a stranger to the fate of all the rest; his children and his private friends constitute to him the whole of mankind. As for the rest of his fellow citizens, he is close to them, but he does not see them; he touches them, but he does not feel them; he exists only in himself and for himself alone; and if his kindred still remain to him, he may be said at any rate to have lost his country.
Above this race of men stands an immense and tutelary power, which takes upon itself alone to secure their gratifications and to watch over their fate. That power is absolute, minute, regular, provident, and mild. It would be like the authority of a parent if, like that authority, its object was to prepare men for manhood; but it seeks, on the contrary, to keep them in perpetual childhood: it is well content that the people should rejoice, provided they think of nothing but rejoicing. For their happiness such a government willingly labors, but it chooses to be the sole agent and the only arbiter of that happiness; it provides for their security, foresees and supplies their necessities, facilitates their pleasures, manages their principal concerns, directs their industry, regulates the descent of property, and subdivides their inheritances: what remains, but to spare them all the care of thinking and all the trouble of living?
Thus it every day renders the exercise of the free agency of man less useful and less frequent; it circumscribes the will within a narrower range and gradually robs a man of all the uses of himself. The principle of equality has prepared men for these things;it has predisposed men to endure them and often to look on them as benefits.
After having thus successively taken each member of the community in its powerful grasp and fashioned him at will, the supreme power then extends its arm over the whole community. It covers the surface of society with a network of small complicated rules, minute and uniform, through which the most original minds and the most energetic characters cannot penetrate, to rise above the crowd. The will of man is not shattered, but softened, bent, and guided; men are seldom forced by it to act, but they are constantly restrained from acting. Such a power does not destroy, but it prevents existence; it does not tyrannize, but it compresses, enervates, extinguishes, and stupefies a people, till each nation is reduced to nothing better than a flock of timid and industrious animals, of which the government is the shepherd.
I have always thought that servitude of the regular, quiet, and gentle kind which I have just described might be combined more easily than is commonly believed with some of the outward forms of freedom, and that it might even establish itself under the wing of the sovereignty of the people.
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Donna, so chi tu sei,
Amor, so i fatti miei,
Non tresco piu con voi,
Alla larga ambi doi!
S'ognun fosse com'io,
Saria un balordo Amor, e non un dio.

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David Hajdu at Book Culture

Book Culture (formerly Labyrinth Books at 112th between Broadway and Amsterdam, just South of Columbia University) sends me a notice that David Hajdu will appear there:   Thursday, April 10 at 7 ...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 22:06:00 GMT

J. G. Herder on Shakespeare

Princeton University Press sends me a notice that the following book has been released: ..TR> ShakespeareJohann Gottfried HerderTranslated, edited, and with an introduction by Gregory Moore To read ...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 22:01:00 GMT

Arthur C. Clarke Dead at 90

From today’s Times (London).  
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 23:12:00 GMT

David Mamet Issues a Manifesto

From the March 11 issue of The Village Voice.  
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 11:40:00 GMT

The Death of Academic Criticism?

Here is an interesting article on the state of literary studies in the academy from the website of The Nation.  Maybe in a few years English and literature departments will go back to teaching li...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 09:59:00 GMT

Kingsley Amis on Booze

Being a lover of both Kingsley Amis’s novels and booze (gin and whiskey), the three books Amis wrote on alcohol have been dear to me since I read them some years ago.  In the current (Febru...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 09:49:00 GMT

Computer Humor

My mother sends me the following: At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated,  "If GM had kept up with te...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 17:36:00 GMT

Jane Jacobs Legacy

The Strand (12th and Broadway) sends me a notice which I append below:   Thursday, March 27 7:00PM   Jane Jacobs’ Legacy; A Discussion Co-Hosted by the Municipal Art Society of New Yor...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 11:53:00 GMT

The Death of the Critic

John Mullan reviews Ronan McDonald’s The Death of the Critic in the March 12 Times Literary Supplement.  
Posted by on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 22:37:00 GMT

The Plugged-In Generation

Here is an interesting article by Mark Edmundson on his students at the University of Virginia from the March 14 issue of The Chronicle of Higher Education.  Edmundson's occasional pieces on his ...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 10:45:00 GMT