Chekhov died of consumption.
Karl Ditters von Dittersdorf at least once played the violin in a string quartet in which two of the other performers were Mozart and Haydn.
Beaumarchais died of a stroke.
Alain-Fournier was killed in action in France less than two months into World War I.
Protesilaus, in Iliad II. The first Greek to leap from the ships onto Trojan soil. And the first slain.
Pylaemenes. Who is fatally speared at the collarbone by Menelaus in Iliad V.
And is inadvertently shown alive again in Iliad XIII.
He fell, immortal in a bulletin.
East Tenth Street in Manhattan, Adelina Patti grew up on.
There is no hippopotamus in this lecture room at the present moment.
Lamarck died blind.
And was buried in a pauper’s grave.
Gehenna.
Isaac Newton died of complications from a kidney stone.
Ramanujan died of tuberculosis.
Badges? I don’t have to show you no stinkin’ badges.
One of St. Jerome’s letters to St. Augustine took nine years to be delivered.
Capitoline. Palatine. Aventine. Caelian. Esquiline. Viminal. Quirinal.
What existed before the Big Bang?
Where?
Exclude God from your response.
Camille Pissarro was poverty-stricken for much of his working career.
Alfred Sisley was perhaps worse off, and for longer.
William Goyen died of leukemia.
Fragonard’s The Swing.
Which William Carlos Williams had the impression was Watteau’s.
Plato talked too much, Diogenes said.
While dismissing Socrates as a lunatic altogether.
Erasmus was indisputably the most famous author of his day. Thomas More even admitted to being thrilled that the very fact of their friendship would help keep his own name alive with posterity.
A piece of dreck, Luther on the other hand called him.
I, O Plato, see a table and a cup. But I see no tableness or cupness.
Dickens’ astonishing manic walks. Of as many as twenty-five miles — and at a headlong pace.
Oedipus Rex did not win first prize in the dramatic competition in the year when it was first presented.
Any contemporary philosopher who ventured to compare himself with Leibniz could at best wind up wishing he had a quiet corner to go die in, said Diderot.
William Wycherley married a second wife, far younger than he, at seventy-five. And died eleven days later.
George Herbert died of consumption.
The most odious of small creeping things, Landor called critics.
A walk2. What on earth for2.
Asked Auden at someone’s country home.
Dizzy Dean had less than a fourth-grade education. But a post-doctoral sense of the joys of that game, said Marianne Moore.
Hemingway, on Ezra Pound’s indictment for treason: If Ezra has any sense he should shoot himself. Personally I think he should have shot himself somewhere along after the twelfth canto although maybe earlier.
Disraeli said he had read Pride and Prejudice at least sixteen times.
The straight line predominates in nature. Ingres once said.
Only curved lines are to be found in nature. Ingres once said.
Maud Gonne was six feet tall. Akhmatova was five feet eleven.
Jessica Mitford died of brain cancer.
Ellen Glasgow was buried in the same coffin as the exhumed remains of her two favorite dogs.
Venus Pudica. Venus Anadyomene.
Absolute reason expired at eleven o’clock last night.
Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones.
— Wrote Beaumont re Westminster Abbey.
Roger Martin du Gard died of a heart condition.
Arthur Honegger died of a heart condition.
Henry James ill-advisedly took an author’s curtain call on the opening night of his play Guy Domville.
And was hissed.
The Hebrew in Exodus 34:29–30 translates literally to say that after Moses came down from Sinai for the second time, the skin on his face sent forth beams, meaning it shone.
A mistranslation in the Latin Vulgate said he was horned.
Ergo Michelangelo. And cetera.
Rameau died of typhoid fever.
Lovis Corinth.
Rilke wrote standing up. Lewis Carroll wrote standing up. Thomas Wolfe wrote standing up.
Robert Lowell and Truman Capote wrote lying down.
Writer sits.
Jens Peter Jacobsen died of tuberculosis.
Balzac often worked for sixteen or eighteen hours consecutively, generally beginning at midnight. Awash in coffee.
Gibbon died of infectious complications from hydrocele.
Contemporary architecture is basically a bore.
Writer sometimes also talks to himself.
As did Yeats.
As did Yeats even walking the streets of Dublin.
Mad as the mist and snow.
Writer sitting and/or talking to himself being no more than renewed verification that he exists.
In a book without characters.
As noted, not being a character but the author, here.
We are and we are not. Said Heraclitus.
Even with innumerable obvious likes and/or dislikes and certain self-evident preoccupations.
How frequently was Anon, a woman?
Marcel Duchamp died of prostate cancer.
Already condemned by lung cancer, Duke Ellington died of pneumonia.
The word ghetto originally meant f oundry. Until the Jews of Venice were forced to live on an island that had previously been the site of one.
Knowledge is not intelligence. Heraclitus additionally said.
Thales, solving the height of the pyramids: Simply by measuring their shadows precisely when his own shadow matched his height.
The legend that as a young man Leonardo was so strong he could straighten a horseshoe with his bare hands.
Robert Capa was killed by a land mine in Vietnam.
Fray Luis de Leon, returning to his Salamanca classroom after five years of imprisonment by the Inquisition: As I was saying…
Hey, Dad, hot this for me, please?
A tavern chair is the throne of human felicity, Johnson said.
Disgusting eating habits, there or elsewhere, Boswell says Johnson had.
Roald Dahl died of leukemia.
There can be no doubt that there is something peculiar in the condition of the English retina.
Said Taine, viewing a first exhibition of Pre-Raphaelite art.
I hear a white horse on the way.
G. K. Chesterton died of heart failure.
Hilaire Belloc died, senile, at eighty-three, when he set his clothing on fire by spilling coal from a grate.
Hardy’s father was a stonemason.
Turner’s mother died mad.
Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania.
On radio, the opening lines of Verlaine’s Chanson d’automne:
Being the signal to the European underground that the D-Day invasion was underway.
Jane! Jane! Jane!
Filippo Lippi died of quinsy.
Account for Joan of Arc.
According to Vasari, ordinary citizens in Florence were so impressed by a Madonna of Cimabue’s that it was actually carried in a procession from his workshop to Santa Trinita.
Heralded by trumpets.
It is an aspect of probability that many improbable things will happen.
Aristotle says Agathon said.
A likely impossibility is always preferable to an unconvincing possibility.
Aristotle himself added, re tragedy.