Dear Don,

The TLS has a weekly "Author, Author" quiz. The following came out in the Jan. 7, 2005:
Readers are invited to identify the three quotations which follow, and to send the answers so that they reach this office no later than January 24. The solution will appear in February 4the issue.

1 Or, where the Northern Ocean in vast whirls Boils round the naked melancholy isles Of farthest Thule, and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides, Who can recount what transmigrations there Are annual made?

2 I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule - From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE - out of TIME.

3 The rain had abated a little, though not altogether. In spite of foul weather there was an exhilaration in the northern air. The leaden surface of the loch was just perceptibly heaving in the wind, still blowing from time to time in fairly strong gusts. On the far side of the waters, low rounded hills, soft and mysterious, concealed in luminous haze the frontiers of Thule: the edge of the known world; man's permitted limits; a green-barriered checkpoint, beyond which the fearful cataract of torrential seas cascaded down into Chaos.


Something for the List?
Carolyn