Quotes Board

[Jason]

If you insist.

[Ranger Melinda]

i do, so there.

[Jason]

Well, fine then. (What were we talking about agian?)

[Erick]

"I read no 'Night Thoughts'—no fustian about churchyards—no bugaboo tales—such as this. In short, I became a new man, and lived a man's life. From that memorable night, I dismissed forever my charnel apprehensions, and with them vanished the cataleptic disorder, of which, perhaps, they had been less the consequence than the cause." Poe: The Premature Burial

[Ranger Melinda]

jason, we had been talking about poe, and... something about if he was a cool author or not.
erick, i quite like that quote. its cool.

[Erick]

Thanks. The Premature Burial is one of my favorite works of Poe, since it's one of the only ones that ends happily.

[Jason]

Ah, right. It was . . . definitely an interesting work, that's for sure.

[The Honourable Ninja-san]

I didn't know that any of them ended happily. Have you read "The Cask of Amontillado?" I like that one.

[Ranger Melinda]

hey erick, was that supposed to be a link to the story?
a favourite story by him? its a more common one, and yes, even a bit morbid, but i like it quite a bit "a tale tale heart" not sure on the spelling, if someone would like to correct it, would appreciate it, but yeah, that be my favourite Poe.

[Jason]

I haven't actually read much of Poe.

[The Honourable Ninja-san]

I haven't read that much, but I wrote on essay for "The Cast of Amontillado" for one of my Literature classes.

[The Honourable Ninja-san]

Here is a poem by Poe that I like:

THE BELLS

I

Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

II

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

III

Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now- now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!

IV

Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people- ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

-- THE END --

[The Honourable Ninja-san]

"Time is your friend, so long as you have enough of it." --A rough quote from the movie "The TIme Machine," the relatively new version. And it's a very true statement. . .unless your bored, then time isn't your friend.

[Jason]

As a companion quote to that, and I might have put it up before and I'm sure some of you will remember it:
"Someone once told me that time was a predator that stalked us all our lives. I rather believe that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey and reminds us to cherish every moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we've lived. - Jean-Luc Picard, Star Trek Generations

[The Honourable Ninja-san]

That's a good one.
Here's a rough quote from Oscar Wilde (Author of "The Importance of Being Ernest.") "Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to change it every six months."