December 27, 2015 § Leave a comment
And what was this ALL which swells up in the voice that pronounces it?
Nothing, really, worth gnawing the fingers about, however cross at having been fooled.
from Paris Peasant (1926) by Louis Aragon (1897-1982)
December 20, 2015 § Leave a comment
Manuel (with pride): Ahem. I know nothing.
Manuel: I know nothing.
Basil: No, no.
from Communication Problems (first episode of second series of Fawlty Towers, first broadcast on 19 February 1979) by Connie Booth (b. 1944) and John Cleese (b. 1939)
December 13, 2015 § Leave a comment
Non, je ne regrette rien.
Lyric by Michel Vaucaire (1904-1980)
December 6, 2015 § Leave a comment
title of novel (1950) by Henry Green (1905-1973)
title of memoir (2000) by Paul Morley (b. 1957)
November 29, 2015 § Leave a comment
I am a nothing, a game, I am freedom, I am life, I am a frontier, a peak.
Alexander Scriabin (1872-1915) quoted in Skryabin (1978) by Hugh Macdonald (b. 1940)
November 22, 2015 § Leave a comment
Nothing, it seems, was beyond him.
George Hall on Henry Purcell (1659-1695) from introductory note to O Solitude: Songs and Arias by Henry Purcell (Decca 2010)