“Will there never come a season Which shall rid us from the curse? Of a prose which knows no reason And an unmelodious verse: When the world shall cease to wonder At the genius of an Ass, And a boy's eccentric blunder Shall not bring success to pass: When mankind shall be delivered From the clash of magazines, And the inkstand shall be shivered Into countless smithereens: When there stands a muzzled stripling, Mute, beside a muzzled bore: When the Rudyards cease from Kipling And the Haggards Ride no more.” KnowsWorldReasonWonderBoysMankindGeniusSeasonsCeaseAssMagazinesCurseProseNo ReasonBoresVersesClashEccentricMuteBlundersHaggardKipling Author:James Kenneth Stephen
“Speech and prose are not the same thing. They have different wave-lengths, for speech moves at the speed of light, where prose moves at the speed of the alphabet, and must be consecutive and grammatical and word-perfect. Prose cannot gesticulate. Speech can sometimes do nothing more.” DifferentSometimesLightMovingPerfectSpeechWaveSpeedProseLengthAlphabetSpeed Of LightConsecutive Author:James Kenneth Stephen
