Proust, in the equivalent of basic training during his one year of military service at eighteen, was ranked seventy-third in a platoon of seventy-four.
An incomparable painting by Apelles, which Augustus brought from Cos to Rome, where it was slightly damaged.
And where not one contemporary Roman artist had the confidence to attempt to restore it.
Auden’s notion that one could readily imagine a young Tolstoy or Stendhal or Dostoievsky in a bar fight.
But Henry James, never.
There is nothing new to be discovered in physics now.
Concluded Kelvin. In 1900.
I would go to considerable expense and inconvenience to avoid his company.
Quoth John Cheever — re John Updike.
Euripides’ father may have been a tavern-keeper.
Still curious all these years later as to why Faulkner would have given two of his major characters names then current in widely syndicated comic strips.
Though for that matter he gave three others the names of buildings on the University of Mississippi campus.
A passage in Montaigne where he speaks of himself as being well on the road to old age — having long since passed forty.
Mr. Salteena was an elderly man of forty-two.
Writes Daisy Ashford.
Anacreon, so highly acclaimed as a poet that the Athenians placed a statue of him on the Acropolis.
And so well known for other proclivities that Pausanias says the statue showed him drunk.
November 30, 1943, Etty Hillesum died on.
I become insane, with long intervals of horrible insanity. During these fits of absolute unconsciousness I drink, God only knows how often or how much.
Wrote Poe to a friend.
Reading a book in translation:
Like gazing at a Flemish tapestry with the wrong side turned out, said Cervantes.
Traduttore, traditore — translator, traitor, the Italian has it.
Pelham Grenville Wodehouse, his full name was.
Frank Raymond Leavis.
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien.
A century before Alcoholics Anonymous, something called the Sons of Temperance, Poe did make a stab at. To no avail.
Inscribed on a painting by Jacob Jordaens:
Nihil similius insano quam ebrius — Nothing is more similar to a lunatic than a drunkard.
According to Liszt, Chopin had blue eyes.
According to everyone else they were brown.
The man who eats in idleness what he has not earned is a thief.
Wrote Rousseau.
Catherine the Great died after having suffered a stroke and fallen from a commode in the royal water closet.
Eric Andrews here. Well, actually not here. But I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Please wait for the signal.
Giuseppe Ungaretti’s father was a construction worker on the Suez Canal.
The Homeric combat between Norman Mailer and Gore Vidal at a 1977 cocktail party —
In which Mailer threw a drink into Vidal’s face — and Vidal bit Mailer on the finger.
Chipping Sodbury General Hospital, near Bristol, J. K. Rowling was born at.
Rilke’s over-sentimentalizing of the poor.
Did he ever once sit shivering in an attic? Kurt Tucholsky asked.
Why did Harper Lee never write another novel?
First, check the acoustics. Then make sure you know where the fire axe is.
Being Charles Mingus — offering advice re performing in unfamiliar basement jazz clubs.
Intellectual — hen-pecked you all.
Being Byron — reaching about as far as possible for a rhyme in Don Juan.
So exhaustive was Raphael’s study of ancient sculpture in Rome that the city itself named him Keeper of Inscriptions and Remains.
Prokofiev was fifteen years older than Shostakovich.
The presumably apocryphal tale about a production of Othello by touring actors in the nineteenth-century American West — near the last lines of which a cowboy in the audience shot Iago dead on the spot.
Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, Warren Spahn died in.
Because of having lived openly with George Henry Lewes, who was married, George Eliot was denied burial in Westminster Abbey.
I have a truly marvelous demonstration of this proposition which this margin is too narrow to contain.
The last time anyone mentioned James Jones.
March 22, 1417, Nicolas Flamel died on.
In 1760, one year after Handel’s death, a biography by a Reverend John Mainwaring.
Apparently the first ever written of a composer.
Like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven’t committed.
Says an Anthony Powell character about growing old.
Toscanini’s seven-year affair with Geraldine Farrar — which he ended only when Farrar finally insisted that he leave his wife.
Ernest Hemingway’s entire front-line service in Italy in World War I, before he was wounded by shell fragments, had added up to less than one week.
Handing out cigarettes and chocolate at a Red Cross canteen.
The greatest kindness we can show some of the authors of our youth is not to reread them.
Said François Mauriac.
Being reminded that Fermat was a magistrate — for whom mathematics was fundamentally a hobby.
I am half sick of shadows, said
The Lady of Shalott.
Tirra lirra, by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
Wondering if there is any viable way to convince critics never to use the word tetralogy without also adding that each volume can be readily read by itself?
Alessandro Manzoni spent five years on the first two drafts of I Promessi Sposi — and twelve more on the final version.
Lulu slept naked because she liked to feel the sheets caressing her body and also because laundry was expensive.
Readily read?
A drawing by Rubens, in Rotterdam, of Achilles driving his spear into Hector’s throat — with his left hand.
When Homer specifically describes him as using his right.
The Trojan War will not take place, Cassandra!
I will make you a bet on that, Andromache.
— Reads an exchange in Tiger at the Gates.
I just pretend.
Explained Laurence Olivier.
A pale, gentle, frightened little man.
Robert Louis Stevenson’s wife described a not yet middle-aged Thomas Hardy as.
Berlioz read every Fenimore Cooper novel as quickly as it appeared.
And admitted that fully four hours after he finished The Prairie he was still weeping over the death of Natty Bumppo.
The classic orator Hyperides, who divided his time between homes in Athens, Piraeus, and Eleusis.