Language
T. S. Eliot
April is the cruellest month, breeding
The nightingales are singing near
At whatever time the deed took place— MACAVITY WASN’T THERE!
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare:
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
Clear the air! clean the sky! wash the wind!
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the
A cold coming we had of it,
Tenants of the house,
Here I am, an old man in a dry month
So, while the light fails
Ash on an old man’s sleeve
I think that the river
O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,
Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree
Bob Dylan
And it’s a hard rain’s a gonna fall.
Paul Laurence Dunbar
I know why the caged bird sings!
John Dryden
He needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature: he looked inwards, and found her there.
Arthur Conan Doyle
‘To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.’
‘The dog did nothing in the night-time.’
The giant rat of Sumatra, a story for which the world is not yet prepared.