Graham Greene: An Introduction to His WritingsRodopi, 1983 - 124 pages |
Contents
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England Made Me | 27 |
Brighton Rock | 34 |
The Power and the Glory | 40 |
The Ministry of Fear | 49 |
The Heart of the Matter | 55 |
Our Man in Havana | 73 |
A BurntOut Case | 79 |
The Comedians | 88 |
Travels With My Aunt | 94 |
The Honorary Consul | 98 |
The Human Factor | 104 |
Conclusion | 112 |
Notes | 119 |
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Page 38 - An enormous emotion beat on him; it was like something trying to get in; the pressure of gigantic wings against the glass. Dona nobis pacem. He withstood it, with all the bitter force of the school bench, the cement playground, the St. Pancras waiting-room, Dallow's and Judy's secret lust, and the cold unhappy moment on the pier.
Page 17 - In ancient shadows and twilights Where childhood had strayed, The world's great sorrows were born And its heroes were made. In the lost boyhood of Judas Christ was betrayed.
Page 47 - This place was very like the world; overcrowded with lust and crime and unhappy love; it stank to heaven; but he realized that after all it was possible to find peace there, when you knew for certain that the time was short.
Page 60 - ... up Bond Street. He couldn't tell that this was one of those occasions a man never forgets: a small cicatrice had been made on the memory, a wound that would ache whenever certain things combined — the taste of gin at midday, the smell of flowers under a balcony, the clang of corrugated iron, an ugly bird flopping from perch to perch. "He loves 'em so much," Harris said, "he sleeps with 'em.
Page 82 - Please come to the mission, M. Rycker,' Brother Philippe pleaded. 'We'll put up a bed for you there. We shall all of us feel better after a night's sleep. And a cold shower in the morning,' he added, and as though to illustrate his words, a waterfall of rain suddenly descended on them. Querry made an odd awkward sound which the doctor by now had learned to interpret as a laugh, and Rycker fired twice. The lamp fell with Querry and smashed; the burning wick flared up once under the deluge of rain,...
Page 57 - If one knew, he wondered, the facts, would one have to feel pity even for the planets? if one reached what they called the heart of the matter?
Page 17 - Goodness has only once found a perfect incarnation in a human body and never will again, but evil can always find a home there. Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.
Page 43 - Pray that you will suffer more and more and more. Never get tired of suffering. The police watching you, the soldiers gathering taxes, the beating you always get from the jefe because you are too poor to pay, smallpox and fever, hunger . . . that is all part of heaven—the preparation. Perhaps without them, who can tell, you wouldn't enjoy heaven so much.
Page 60 - Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim. It is, one is told, the unforgivable sin, but it is a sin the corrupt or evil man never practises. He always has hope. He never reaches the freezing-point of knowing absolute failure. Only the man of goodwill carries always in his heart this capacity for damnation.
Page 52 - But of course if you believed in God — and the Devil — the thing wasn't quite so comic. Because the devil — and God too — had always used comic people, futile people, little suburban natures and the maimed and warped to serve his purposes. When God used them you talked emptily of Nobility and when the devil used them of Wickedness, but the material was only dull shabby human mediocrity in either case.
