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George MacDonald

George MacDonald

      George MacDonald was a Scottish author, poet, and Christian minister.

      Known particularly for his poignant fairy tales and fantasy novels, George MacDonald inspired many authors, such as W. H. Auden, J. R. R. Tolkien, C. S. Lewis, E. Nesbit and Madeleine L'Engle. G. K. Chesterton cited The Princess and the Goblin as a book that had "made a difference to my whole existence."

      Even Mark Twain, who initially disliked MacDonald, became friends with him, and there is some evidence that Twain was influenced by MacDonald.

      MacDonald grew up influenced by his Congregational Church, with an atmosphere of Calvinism. But MacDonald never felt comfortable with some aspects of Calvinist doctrine; indeed, legend has it that when the doctrine of predestination was first explained to him, he burst into tears (although assured that he was one of the elect). Later novels, such as Robert Falconer and Lilith, show a distaste for the idea that God's electing love is limited to some and denied to others.

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the wholesale corruption of social relationships, even the most intimate, is an essential part of Shakespeare’s chilling exposure of authoritarian politics.
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The day will one day come--or what of the long-promised kingdom of heaven?--when a woman, instead of spending anxious thought on the adornment of her own outward person, will seek with might the adornment of the inward soul of another, and will make that her crown of rejoicing. Nay, are there none such even now? The day will come when a man, rather than build a great house for the overflow of a mighty hospitality, will give himself, in the personal labor of outgoing love, to build spiritual houses like St. Paul--a higher art than any of man's invention. O my brother, what were it not for thee to have a hand in making thy brother beautiful!
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Chorus for a Cat I will never subject be, I am free. Try to curb me and, no doubt, You'll find out Just exactly what a claw Is for! Or I'll dematerialize Before your eyes: Ere you lay a finger on Me, I'm gone! You may think I'm in the lane; Think again! You may guess I'm on the roof; Any proof? I am not to hold or bind, Or find. I will hunt and sing and fight In the night. All day long I lie and doze, Comatose: Never answer when you call And bawl. If to order me you choose, You will lose. Try to understand my mind And you'll find Truest friendship I will give While I live; Kindly amiability, And sympathy. If subservience you prefer, Buy a cur!
topics: cats  
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Hamlet, I will argue, is a play about reading and misreading, about the difficulties of interpretation.
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Гамлет: Не сыграете ли вы на этой дудке? Гильденстерн: Мой принц, я не умею. Гамлет: Я вас прошу. Гильденстерн: Поверьте мне, я не умею. Гамлет: Я вас умоляю. Гильденстерн: Я и держать ее не умею, мой принц. Гамлет: Это так же легко, как лгать; управляйте этими отверстиями при помощи пальцев, дышите в нее ртом, и она заговорит красноречивейшей музыкой. Видите — вот это лады. Гильденстерн: Но я не могу извлечь из них никакой гармонии; я не владею этим искусством. Гамлет: Вот видите, что за негодную вещь вы из меня делаете? На мне вы готовы играть; вам кажется, что мои лады вы знаете; вы хотели бы исторгнуть сердце моей тайны; вы хотели бы испытать от самой низкой моей ноты до самой вершины моего звука; а вот в этом маленьком снаряде — много музыки, отличный голос; однако вы не можете сделать так, чтобы он заговорил. Черт возьми, или, по-вашему, на мне легче играть, чем на дудке?
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brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
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O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
topics: desperation  
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Only a pure heart can understand, and a pure heart is one that sends out ready hands.
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That is why hardships, troubles, disappointments, and all kinds of pain and suffering, are sent to so many of us. We are so full of ourselves, and feel so grand, that we should never come to know what poor creatures we are, never begin to do better, but for the knock-down blows that the loving God gives us. We do not like them, but he does not spare us for that. A Rough Shaking, ch.
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So, teaching him only that which she loved, not that which she had been taught, Janet read to Gibbie of Jesus, and talked to him of Jesus, until at length his whole soul was full of the Man, of His doings, of His words, of His thoughts, of His life. Almost before he knew, he was trying to fashion his life after that of the Master. Janet had no inclination to trouble her own head, or Gibbie's heart, with what men call the plan of salvation. It was enough to her to find that he followed her Master.
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The more people trust in God, the less will they trust their own judgments, or interfere with the ordering of events.
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It was now dark enough for me to see that every flower was shining with a light of its own.
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Sir Galahad and Sir Percivale rencountered in the depths of a great forest. Now, Sir Galahad was dight all in harness of silver, clear and shining; the which is a delight to look upon, but full hasty to tarnish, and withouten the labour of a ready squire, uneath to be kept fair and clean. And yet withouten squire or page, Sir Galahad's armour shone like the moon. And he rode a great white mare, whose bases and other housings were black, but all besprent with fair lilys of silver sheen.
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But it is no use trying to account for things in Fairy Land; and one who travels there soon learns to forget the very idea of doing so, and takes everything as it comes; like a child, who, being in a chronic condition of wonder, is surprised at nothing
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Thy beauty filleth the very air, Never saw I a woman so fair.
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Verily the God that knows how not to reveal himself, must also know how best to reveal himself! If there be a calling child, there must be an answering Father!
topics: god  
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To my sick soul (as sin’s true nature is) Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
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Полоний: Принц, я их приму сообразно их заслугам. Гамлет: Черта с два, милейший, много лучше! Если принимать каждого по заслугам, то кто избежит кнута? Примите их согласно с собственной честью и достоинством; чем меньше они заслуживают, тем больше славы вашей доброте
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Heed not thy feeling. Do thy work.
topics: theology  
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Like a man to double business bound I stand in pause where I shall first begin And both neglect
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