“Do they show us the future as it matures in the womb of the present?”
A Voice from the Attic (1960)
William Robertson Davies foi um novelista, crítico, jornalista e professor canadense. É considerado um dos autores mais conhecidos e popular do país, e um dos "homens de letras" distinguidos do país, um apelido que alguns dizem que Davies aceitou com agrado, e outros dizendo que ele o detestava. Em uma entrevista com Peter Gzowski, Davies respondeu: "Eu iria aceitar com agrado. De fato, acredito que seja um título honrável, mas você sabve como pessoas estão começando a detestá-lo. Davies foi o fundado do Massey College, uma faculdade associadada com a Universidade de Toronto
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“Do they show us the future as it matures in the womb of the present?”
A Voice from the Attic (1960)
"Dr. Robertson Davies".
Conversations with Robertson Davies (1989)
John Martin-Harvey (1944).
Alchemy in the Theatre (1994).
The presence of a person who has strong political convictions always sends me flying off in a contrary direction. Inevitably, in the world of today, this will bring me before a firing squad sooner or later. Maybe the fascists will shoot me, and maybe the proletariat, but political contrariness will be the end of me; I feel it in my bones.
The Diary of Samuel Marchbanks (1947)
… What excellent advice it is, and how it was beaten into my generation of schoolboys... But one may tire of even the best advice, as one may tire of writing according to these precepts. Would we wish to be without the heraldic splendour and torchlight processions that are the sentences of Sir Thomas Browne? Would we wish to sacrifice the orotund, Latinate pronouncements of Samuel Johnson? Would we wish that Dickens had written in the style recommended by the brothers Fowler, who framed the rules I have quoted; what would then have happened to Seth Pecksniff, Wilkins Micawber, and Sairey Gamp, I ask you?
Writing (1990), he here quotes from The King's English (1906) by Henry Watson Fowler & Francis George Fowler
“To which god must I sacrifice in order to heal?”
To which of the warring serpents should I turn with the problem that now faces me?
It is easy, and tempting, to choose the god of Science. Now I would not for a moment have you suppose that I am one of those idiots who scorns Science, merely because it is always twisting and turning, and sometimes shedding its skin, like the serpent that is its symbol. It is a powerful god indeed but it is what the students of ancient gods called a shape-shifter, and sometimes a trickster.
Can a Doctor Be a Humanist? (1984).