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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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Up and down the City Road,<br />

In and out the Eagle,<br />

That’s the way the money goes—<br />

Pop goes the weasel!<br />

‘Pop Goes the Weasel’ (1853 song)<br />

1.57 Winnie Mandela 1936—<br />

With that stick <strong>of</strong> matches, with our necklace, we shall liberate this country.<br />

Speech in black townships, 14 April 1986, in ‘Guardian’ 15 April 1986<br />

1.58 Osip Mandelstam 1891-1938<br />

Perhaps my whisper was already born before my lips.<br />

‘Selected Poems’ (1973, translated by D. McDuff) p. 129 ‘Poems Published Posthumously’ (written 1934)<br />

1.59 Manilius (Marcus Manilius)<br />

Eripuitque Jovi fulmen viresque tonandi,<br />

et sonitum ventis concessit, nubibus ignem.<br />

And snatched from Jove the lightning shaft and power to thunder, and attributed the noise to<br />

the winds, the flame to the clouds.<br />

‘Astronomica’ bk. 1, l. 104 (on human intelligence)<br />

1.60 Joseph L. Mankiewicz 1909—<br />

Fasten your seat-belts, it’s going to be a bumpy night.<br />

Spoken by Bette Davis in ‘All About Eve’ (1950 film)<br />

1.61 Mrs Manley 1663-1724<br />

No time like the present.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Lost Lover’ (1696) act 4, sc. 1<br />

1.62 Horace Mann 1796-1859<br />

<strong>The</strong> object <strong>of</strong> punishment is, prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.<br />

‘Lectures and Reports on Education’ (1867 ed.) lecture 7<br />

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between Sunrise and Sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty<br />

diamond minutes. No reward is <strong>of</strong>fered, for they are gone forever.<br />

‘Lost, Two Golden Hours’<br />

1.63 Thomas Mann 1875-1955<br />

Our capacity for disgust, let me observe, is in proportion to our desires; that is in proportion to<br />

the intensity <strong>of</strong> our attachment to the things <strong>of</strong> this world.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Confessions <strong>of</strong> Felix Krull’ (1954) pt. 1, ch. 5<br />

Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunderstorm or blare <strong>of</strong> trumpets to

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