updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2013-07-08 17:16:18 UTC,21520,"The old project of a window in the bosom, to render the Soul of man visible, is what every honest friend has manifold reason to wish for; yet even that would not do in our case, while you are so far separated from me, and so long. I begin to fear you'll die in Ireland, and that denunciation will be fulfilled upon you, Hibernus es, & in Hiberniam reverteris. I should be apt to think you in Sancho's case; some Duke has made you Governour of an Island, or wet place, and you are administring laws to the wild Irish. But I must own, when you talk of building and planting, you touch my string; and I am as apt to pardon you as the fellow that thought himself Jupiter would have pardon'd the other madman who call'd himself his brother Neptune. Alas Sir, do you know whom you talk to? one that had been a Poet, was degraded to a Translator, and at last thro' meer dulness is turn'd an Architect. You know Martial's censure, Præconem facito vel Architectum. However I have one way left, to plan, to elevate, and to surprize: (as Bays fays) the next news you may expect to hear, is that I am in debt.
(Mr. Pope to [...], Decemb. 12, 1718, L117, pp. 205-6)","","""The old project of a window in the bosom, to render the Soul of man visible, is what every honest friend has manifold reason to wish for; yet even that would not do in our case, while you are so far separated from me, and so long.""",7508,,Reading in Google Books,2013-07-08 17:16:18 UTC,"",Letter CXVII,Rooms
2013-07-08 20:35:34 UTC,21534,"The freedom I shall use in this manner of thinking aloud (as somebody calls it), or talking upon paper, may indeed prove me a fool, but it will prove me one of the best sort of fools, the honest ones. And since what folly we have will infallibly buoy up at one time or other in spite of all our art to keep it down, it is almost foolish to take any pains to conceal it at all, and almost knavish to do it from those that are our friends. If Momus’s project had taken, of having windows in our breasts, I should be for carrying it further, and making those windows casements: that while a man showed his heart to all the world, he might do something more for his friends, e’en take it out, and trust to their handling. I think I love you as well as King Herod could Herodias (though I never had so much as one dance with you), and would as freely give you my heart in a dish as he did another’s head.",Momus Glass,"""If Momus’s project had taken, of having windows in our breasts, I should be for carrying it further, and making those windows casements: that while a man showed his heart to all the world, he might do something more for his friends, e’en take it out, and trust to their handling.""",7511,,"Reading Anne Jessie van Sant's Eighteenth-Century Sensibility and the Novel (Cambridge UP, 1993), p. 60. Found again reading Dennis Todd's Imagining Monsters (University of Chicago Press, 1995), p. 250. ",2013-07-08 20:35:15 UTC,INTEREST. USE IN ENTRY.,"",Rooms
2013-07-09 19:28:06 UTC,21584,"The Question is, Whether this be fair or no? and, Whether it be not just and reasonable, to make as free with our own Opinions, as with those of other People? For to be sparing in this case, may be look'd upon as a piece of Selfishness. We may be charg'd perhaps with wilful Ignorance and blind Idolatry, for having taken Opinions upon Trust, and consecrated in our-selves certain Idol-Notion, which we will never suffer to be unveil'd, or seen in open light. They may perhaps be Monsters, and not Divinitys, or Sacred Truths, which are kept thus choicely, in some dark Corner of our Minds: The Specters may impose on us, whilst we refuse to turn 'em every way, and view their Shapes and Complexions in every light. For that which can be shewn only in a certain Light, is questionable. Truth, 'tis suppos'd, may bear all Lights: and one of those principal Lights or natural Mediums, by which Things are to be view'd, in order to a thorow Recognition, is Ridicule it-self, or that Manner of Proof by which we discern whatever is liable to just Raillery in any Subject. So much, at least, is allow'd by All, who at any time appeal to this Criterion. The gravest Gentlemen, even in the gravest Subjects, are suppos'd to acknowledg this: and can have no Right, 'tis thought, to deny others the Freedom of this Appeal; whilst they are free to censure like other Men, and in their gravest Arguments make no scruple to ask, Is it not ridiculous?
(pp. 60-1; pp. 29-30 in Klein)","","""They may perhaps be Monsters, and not Divinitys, or Sacred Truths, which are kept thus choicely, in some dark Corner of our Minds: The Specters may impose on us, whilst we refuse to turn 'em every way, and view their Shapes and Complexions in every light.""",4103,,Reading,2013-07-09 19:28:06 UTC,"","",Rooms