'Tis bitter cold, boundless and bare (Shakespeare 1.1.8; Shelley 13) ‘Tis but our fantasy, the hope of an innocent love (Shakespeare 1.1.23; 3.4.45) It is possible that it does not exist… (Le Guin 3) Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I loved; (Shakespeare 2.2.116-8) For I was once naive and happy. (Le Guin 5) Mirror, mirror, a shattered visage lies (Shakespeare 5.2.47; Shelley 4) Is not this something more than fantasy? (Shakespeare 1.1.23) Nothing beside remains but unreplenished emptiness, (Shelley 12) This dead satiety. (Huxley 53)
It poisoned me; I was defiled. (Huxley 184) The very sickness in my heart, a pettiness. (Hamlet 1.1.78, Lawrence 72) And I am sick at heart (Shakespeare 1.1.9) One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. (Shakespeare 1.5.109) More hopelessly naived than happy. (Huxley 70; Omelas 2) Malicious mockery. (Shakespeare 1.1.128) The appalling present, the awful reality The nauseous ugliness of this nightmare (Huxley 122) But I don't want comfort. I want freedom, I want goodness. I want you to be here. (Huxley 201; 98)
The height and strength of this barrier you’ve made me create. I am a slave to mine own madness. (Huxley 43) Crying, please let me out. My venomous mind. (Le Guin 5; Lawrence 28; Shakespeare 3.4.38) It mocked me through my misery and remorse, Mocked me with how diseous a note of cynical derision! (Huxley 84) Fiendishly laughing, I look around me at the boys and girls. (Huxley 19; Le Guin 2) Human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted. (Huxley 208) And I, so full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. (Shakespeare 4.5.24-25) And voices in me said, (Le Guin 32)
To divide myself inventorially would dizzy the arithmetic of memory (Shakespeare 5.2)
The ones who walk away(Le Guin 7)
Writhed like lightning, and was gone (Lawrence 52)
The lone and level sands stretch far away (Shelley 14)
I shall never understand
Unless you explain (Huxley 92).
She couldn't answer at all
But what is there to say
It's almost inconceivable (Huxley 130-1).
//Snake, D.H. Lawrence// x "The voices in me..." (Lawrence 32) x "My venomous mind" (Lawrence 28). x "Writhed like lightning and was gone" (Lawrence 52).