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Quiz 2020

No 3

 

Identify the work of literature in which these are the last lines

 

Set by Mel Kinsey

1/  "Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out."

2/  "I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my ___."

 3/ "It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan."

4/  "Columbus too thought he was a flop, probably, when they sent him back in chains. Which didn't prove there was no America.

 5/  "This stone is entirely blank. The only thought in cutting it was of the essentials of the grave, and there was no other care than to make this stone long enough and narrow enough to cover a man. No name can be read there."

6/  "The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which."

7/ "The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed sombre under an overcast sky-seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness."

 8/ " She's never found peace since she left his arms, and never will again till she's as he is now!

9/ " Up out of the lampshade, startled by the overhead light , flew a large nocturnal butterfly that began circling the room. The strains of the piano and violin rose up waekly from below."

10/ "April 27. Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead."

11/ "Okay  baby, hold tight", said Zaphod. "We'll take in a quick bite at the restaurant at the end of the Universe"

12/​  Yes, they will trample me underfoot, the numbers marching one two three, four hundred million five hundred six, reducing me to specks of voiceless dust, just as, in all good time, they will trample my son who is not my son, and his son who will not be his, and his who will not be his, until the thousand and first generation, until a thousand and one midnights have bestowed their terrible gifts and a thousand and one children have died, because it is the privilege and the curse of ___ ___ to be both masters and victims of their times, to forsake privacy and be sucked into the annihilating whirlpool of the multitudes, and to be unable to live or die in peace.

13/  Amen; even so come, Lord Jesus.

14/  He loved Big Brother.

15/  It's funny. Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.

16/  If I were a younger man, I would write a history of human stupidity; and I would climb to the top of Mount McCabe and lie down on my back with my history for a pillow; and I would take from the ground some of the blue-white poison that makes statues of men; and I would make a statue of myself, lying on my back, grinning horribly, and thumbing my nose at You Know Who.

17/  The knife came down, missing him by inches, and he took off.

18/  Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to (the title) did not have a second opportunity on earth.

19/  I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

20/  The broken flower drooped over Ben's fist and his eyes were empty and blue and serene again as cornice and facade flowed smoothly once more from left to right, post and tree, window and doorway and signboard each in its ordered place.

 

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