because we are leaving for East Bay, Beth Custer at Chapel of the Chimes, at quarter-past 4 on a Saturday
1. The fact is that some of the things men and women have desired most ardently for thousands of years are not nearer realization today than they were in the times of Ramses and that there is not the slightest reason for believing that they will lose their coyness on any near tomorrow…the whole earth is set off like a gigantic bomb, or drowned like a sick cat, between two buckets. (“The Cult of Hope”, from Prejudices: Second Series, in Prejudices: a selection 1919/1955 pp 85-86 I had underlined this passage, in 1984.
although mine has a picture of him by Alfred A. Knoph
actually while searching and hoping to cutting-pasting the same photo, I found a wordpress blogger, writing on graphic design, who had the actual book cover:
2. Gentlemen, I used to have a cat here, by the name of Tom Quartz, which you’d a took an interest in I’d reckon-most anybody would. I had him here eight year – and he was the most remarkable cat I ever see. He was a large grey one of the Tom specie. an’ he had more hard natural sense than any man in this camp (natchral)– ‘n’ a power of dignity– he wouldn’t a let a Governor of Californy be familiar with him. He never ketchet a rat in his lifetime — appeared to be above it. (Roughing It, The Works of Mark Twain: Volume II 1872/1972 pp. 390-391 Chapter 61
3. I pictured myself coming out of the goddam bathroom, dressed and all, with my automatic in my pocket, and staggering around a little bit. (Catcher in the Rye, ch 14, p 104.