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Jean Harlow died of cerebral edema brought on by uremic poisoning.

The friendship of Claude Monet and Georges Clemenceau.

Schubert could never afford a piano.

February 18,1564. Michelangelo dies in Rome.
February 18, 1564. Galileo is born in Pisa.

Shakespeare is born that same year.

Isaac Newton is born the year Galileo dies.

The Amelia Curran portrait of Shelley, which has
been
Shelley since it was first reproduced via engraving in 1833.

But which was considered so unlif elike that Mary Shelley always intended to throw it out.

Galileo played the lute.

An Irish smut-dealer, Anthony Comstock called George Bernard Shaw.

This was Mr Bleaney’s room.

Einstein died of an abdominal aneurysm. Which one of his doctors said was the result of tertiary syphilis.

Caspar David Friedrich.

Diego Rivera very rarely bathed. Said Lupe Marin, the second of his four wives.

Roger Bacon probably did not invent gunpowder.

Alexander the Great was once pontificating about art in Apelles’ studio. Apelles suggested that he change the subject—it being less than appropriate for the young apprentices to be tittering behind his back.

Ayot St. Lawrence.

The Delaware River, Einstein’s ashes were scattered in.

My son, think of the future! With genius, one may die. With money, one can eat. Said Cezanne’s father.

No pasarán!

John Millington Synge died of lymph cancer.

Alexander also once commissioned Apelles to paint one of his mistresses, named Campaspe. Apelles fell in love with her. Alexander gave her to the artist.

Festina lente:
Celerity should be contempered with cunctation.

Said Sir Thomas Browne.

Gustav Mahler’s father was a tavernkeeper.

Ivan Goncharov was essentially deranged in the last thirty years of his life.

And insisted that every word Turgenev published had been stolen from him.

Following the Restoration, Cromwell’s body was disinterred and hanged from a gibbet.

After his death in battle, Zwingli’s body was mutilated and burned on a heap of dung.

And the sister of Tubal-cain was Naamah.

Rossini said he wept, the first time he heard Paganini.

Josephus says that practically every subsequent ancient historian thought of Herodotus as a liar.

Geoffrey of Monmouth was called a shameless liar in his own lifetime.

Thomas Otway died destitute.

Dimitri Mitropoulos died of a heart attack while conducting at La Scala.

The death of Patroclus,
Iliad
XVI: Even as he spoke, the shadow of death came over him. His soul fled from his limbs and went down to the house of Hades, bemoaning its fate, leaving manhood and youth.

The death of Hector,
Iliad
XXII: Even as he spoke, the shadow of death came over him. His soul fled from his limbs and went down to the house of Hades, bemoaning its fate, leaving manhood and youth.

The word
synagogue
is actually Greek.
And originally meant a Christian assembly.

Minyan.

There was a large rock near. She hurled her head at the stone, so that she broke her skull and was dead. Says the earliest version of
Deirdre of the Sorrows.

John Lyly’s sonnet on Apelles and Campaspe. The Tiepolo fresco showing Apelles painting her.

The semiliterary, semicolloquial, often tin-eared and generally annoying prose of H. L. Mencken.

Benjamin Britten died of a heart condition.

Aaron Copland died of respiratory failure brought on by pneumonia.

Virtually beyond Writer’s imagining: The lost
eighty
or so plays, each, of Aeschylus and Euripides. The lost
one hundred and ten
of Sophocles.

Tobias Smollett died of tuberculosis.

Botticelli seems to have signed only one painting in his life.

Simple Wordsworth and his childish verse, Byron called him and it.

Sartre’s father was a naval officer. Lytton Strachey’s father was a general.

Flann O’Brien, on Brendan Behan: A lout.

Congreve wrote
The Way of the World
at thirty. And lived twenty-nine more years without writing one further word for the stage.

Nikos Kazantzakis once spent two years as a contemplative on Mount Athos.

Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.

Nietzsche, on George Sand: A writing cow.

Thomas Hobbes was once Francis Bacon’s secretary. Andrew Marvell was once John Milton’s.

In whatever version of the legend, Galahad is unvaryingly established as a direct descendant of Joseph of Ari-mathea. Ergo as Jewish. Perceval likewise.

Was Lorenzo Ghiberti the first artist of consequence to write an autobiography?

A friend, when Oliver Goldsmith briefly practiced medicine in London: Kindly prescribe only for your enemies.

Louise Homer died of coronary thrombosis.

Matisse: In modern art, it is indubitably to Cezanne that I owe the most.
Picasso: He was my one and only master. Cezanne! It was the same with all of us—he was like our father.

Aeschylus never saw the Parthenon.

Zora Neale Hurston died in a welfare home. And was buried in an unmarked grave.

André Malraux died from a blood clot on his lung.

On principle, Bertrand Russell gave away all of his considerable inherited wealth in his late twenties. And earned his own way thereafter.

Wagner was five months older than Verdi.
Wittgenstein was five months older Heidegger.

Elizabeth Barrett was six years older than Browning.

Mont Sainte-Victoire.

Enrique Grenados drowned while attempting to save his wife when their ship was torpedoed by a German submarine in the English Channel in World War I.

Pyrrhus died after being struck by a tile flung from a roof.

Hit Sign Win Suit

Whitman said he had read
The Heart of Midlothian
a dozen or more times.

Among Wittgenstein’s spellings, when using English: Anoied. Realy. Excelentely. Expences. Affraid. Cann’t.

Plotinus did not begin to write until he was fifty. Goethe was seventy-eight before he started Part II of
Faust.

Two millennia before Princess Diana, Virgil, visiting Rome, would be forced to flee even into the private homes of strangers because of admirers crowding after him on the streets. And this when he had written only the
Eclogues
and the
Georgics,
the
Aeneid
to be posthumous.

I had but a glimpse of Virgil, Ovid himself, younger, had to say.

Fulke Greville was murdered by a disaffected servant.

Asculum.

Fallen by a beldam’s hand in Argos.

Account for Hamlet’s treatment of Ophelia.

Walter Johnson died of a brain tumor.

For we must consider that we shall be as a city on a hill.

Lice, Dickens labeled critics.
Swine, D. H. Lawrence preferred.

Samuel Barber was Louise Homer’s nephew.

Southwell was hanged and then drawn and quartered at Tyburn.

Palestrina’s
Stabat Mater.
Pergolesi’s.

Without fail, given pause at recalling that Captain Ahab is a Quaker.

As similarly always needing a moment for the precise meaning of
drawn and quartered
to register.

Paracelsus may have died after a brawl in a tavern.

And his sandal shoon.

Gerhart Hauptmann was a supporter of the Nazis. Igor Stravinsky admired Mussolini.

Stabat Mater dolorosa
Iuxta crucem lachmosa

Vivaldi’s. Haydn’s. Rossini’s. Poulenc’s.

The legend that Gregory the Great had to be dragged to St. Peter’s by main force, when he was elected Pope.

No man will ever write a better tragedy than
Lear,
Shaw said.

The Burning Babe.

Orson Welles died of a heart attack.

Stephen Foster never learned which side won the Civil War.

Michelangelo. Piero di Cosimo. Guido Reni. Pontormo. Tintoretto.

All of whom wanted no one anywhere near them when working.

Piero and Pontormo becoming pathological about it.

Jacopone da Todi.

Anna Pavlova died of pneumonia.

Ronald Firbank died of pneumonia.

The little Marcel, Proust was called. All his life.

A. E. Housman, on the surest source of poetic inspiration:

A pint, at luncheon.

Kirsten Flagstad, on the most critical aspect of singing Wagner:

Comfortable shoes.

Les Saltimbanques,
which inspired the fifth of the
Duino Elegies:
Rilke in fact having been a guest in a home in Munich where the canvas hung above his desk for months.

Anthony Trollope wrote seven pages a day, seven days a week. And would actually begin a new book if he came to the end of one before his day’s quota had been met.

Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint stool.

Eliot’s first wife, Vivien, insisted upon washing her own bedsheets. Even when staying at a hotel.

My breviary, Montaigne referred to Plutarch as. While frequently quoting him with no acknowledgment whatsoever.

Which Seneca had also long since made a practice of.

Sinclair Lewis died of a heart attack.

Thomas Eakins was once fired for removing a loincloth from a male model in a women’s life-drawing class in Philadelphia.

Defoe’s father was a butcher.

Sadi. Rumi. Hafiz.

Saul of Tarsus very likely participated in the stoning of St. Stephen. Was he also an epileptic?

Was John the Baptist an Essene?

I was, with God’s help, born poor.

Ralph Ellison died of pancreatic cancer.

Tarsus. Being also where Cleopatra arrives, on her barge, to meet Mark Antony. On the river Cydnus.

In Turkey.

Tommaso Campanella spent twenty-seven years in a papal dungeon for heresy.

An information bureau of the human condition, Theodor Adorno called Kafka.

Shelley, at nineteen, was sent down from Oxford for publishing a pamphlet on atheism. Landor, at the same age, was expelled for shooting a fellow student in a political argument.

Two hundred and forty-three people die in the
Iliad
who are named by name.

One hundred and forty-seven
separate
wounds are mentioned.

The Graham Sutherland portrait of Winston Churchill. Which Clementine Churchill cut into pieces and then burned.

Exsultate, Jubilate.
K 165. Maria Stader.

Writer’s tendency to forget that there were two other Bronte sisters, scarcely older, who died when Charlotte and Emily and Anne were eight and six and four.

Consumptive, the brood.

Boris Pasternak evidently died of lung cancer that had spread to the area of his heart.

Peredelkino.

I have never heard of any old man forgetting where he had hidden his money, Cicero said.

Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror:
1524, Parmigianino’s version dating from.

Philip of Macedon: If I reach Lacedaemon, not one stone will I leave upon another. The Spartans: If.

Enrico Fermi died of stomach cancer.

John von Neumann died of cancer of the brain.

Haworth Parsonage.

Shakespeare’s Sonnets /Never Before Imprinted.
A small quarto, 1609: Sixpence.

But on a May morwening upon Malverne hilles
Me bejel a ferly, of fairye me thoughte.