Monthly Archives: August 2017

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield


Emily Wilson’s translation of The Odyssey reminded us of Tennyson’s marvellous poem Ulysses. Here are the closing lines:

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Just listen to the meter of that last line, the three heavy stresses falling on not to yield. Magnificent.

You can read the whole thing here:

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Guilt of the Blyton variety

1957reprintlilianbuchanan4A great many of the books left me feeling with racked with guilt because I kept identifying with the least-sympathetic characters, the ones who were a little bit lazy, the ones who were bad at sport, so I think I was quite aware from the start that there was a great deal of judgment built into the way those books were written….

Nakul Krishna, Cambridge philosopher, on reading his sister’s Enid Blyton books at the age of ten (secretly, because boys weren’t supposed to like that sort of thing).

Did Enid Blyton have that effect on you?