Best Excerpt In A Novel

[John Bevilaqua]

Call me hyper-focused but here are my choices:

"The older guests who shook hands with the Iselins that night had been followers of Father Coughlin; the group just younger than them had rallied around Gerald L. K. Smith; and the rest, still younger, were fringe lice who saw Johnny's significance in a clear, white light. The clan had turned out from ten thousand yesterdays in the Middle West and neolithic Texas, and patriotism was far from being their last refuge. It was a group for anthropologists, and it seemed like very bad manners or very bad judgement on Raymond's mother's part to have invited Senator Jordan to walk among the likes of these."

"Raymond's boss Holborn Gaines, dropped everything (a beer bottle and a report from the Manila office) and rushed to the hospital to see if there was anything he could do to help. The desk attendant, a Soviet Army Lieutenant, upon studying his credentials and checking them against a list of Raymond's probable and therefore accredited visitors, sent him to the fifth floor just as though it were not a sealed floor. He was met at the elevator by a rugged Army nurse who was wearing the traditional cap worn by graduates of the Mother Cabrini Hospital of Winstead, Connecticut where she had never studied but which gave the establishment a certain amount of professional verisimilitude. ... Gaines left a bottle of Scotch for Raymond with the pretty young nurse (five feet tall, 173 pounds, mustache, warts)."

- Richard Condon, The Manchurian Candidate (1959)

Published for the historical record and for posterity:

John Yerkes Iselin = "John E. (Johnny) is Rey S. Kline" or the character John Yerkes Iselin was based on Ray S. Cline from the CIA, Georgetown's Center for Strategic and

International Studies and the head of the World Anti-Communist League during its most fascist and pro-Nazi periods. CSIS, WACL and rogue CIA agents was the whole story here.

Georgetown: Center for Stratgic and International Studies

The clan from the Middle West was "the Jayhawk Nazi" Rev. Gerald B. Winrod from Wichita Kansas, former publisher of The American Mercury cited at the Giesbrecht Winnipeg Meeting.

Rev. Gerald L K Smith was present at The Winnipeg Airport Incident overheard discussing the JFK Assassination, the pending financial payoffs, which he used to build Christ of the Ozarks

in Arkansas, The American Mercury, the Newport shipping depot (of the John Birch Society), and the subject of Andrij Melnyk, head of OUN/M who took over after Stefan Bandera, former

head of OUN/B was snuffed by Bogdhan Stashynksy in 1959. Anastase Vonsiatsky, a Soviet Army Lieutenant, also attended the meeting in Winnipeg. He was the Ukrainian accented 6'5" 250 lb person with razor burns on his scalp, a hearing aid, boils on the back of his neck, freckled hands and a loud booming voice easily overheard. He spoke too loud because he was almost stone cold deaf.

"...the pretty young nurse (five feet tall, 173 pounds, mustache, warts)." was the epitome of Vonsiatsky's wife who fit this description perfectly by the time she was in her 70's and 80's.

She died on November 11, 1963 and she was a Red Cross nurse in Paris, France when she met Anastase, her "Annie".

Now enough of the "science fiction" about "nanothermite" in The World Trade Towers and all that other pablum. Do you really think that anyone takes that seriously. Focus on the leads provided by people who would really know what went on and who did what to whom. Even Gerry Patrick Hemming knew that Frank Wisner, Sr. was incapable of leading the JFK plot but Robert Morris and

Charles Willoughby were. Get with it.

[Christopher Hall]

"[They] wrote like exiled English colonials from an England of which they were never a part to a newer England that they were making. Very good men with the small, dried and excellent wisdom of Unitarians…They were all very respectable. They did not use the words that people have always used in speech, the words that survive in language. Nor would you gather that they had bodies. They had minds, yes. Nice, dry clean minds.....

All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn."

The first paragraph reflects Ernest Hemingway's criticism of Ralph Waldo Emerson and Nathaniel Hawthorne.

These are excerts from Green Hills of Africa, which is a novelized account of Hemingway's first African safari in 1933 - 1934.

Not bad for someone wh never set foot in a college.

He was certainly the greatest prose writer of the 20th century, and he credits his much imitated writing style to writing instructions he received working as a newspaper reporter as a young man.

[John Bevilaqua]

Call me hyper-focused but here are my choices:

"The older guests who shook hands with the Iselins that night had been followers of Father Coughlin; the group just younger than them had rallied around Gerald L. K. Smith; and the rest, still younger, were fringe lice who saw Johnny's significance in a clear, white light. The clan had turned out from ten thousand yesterdays in the Middle West and neolithic Texas, and patriotism was far from being their last refuge. It was a group for anthropologists, and it seemed like very bad manners or very bad judgement on Raymond's mother's part to have invited Senator Jordan to walk among the likes of these."

"Raymond's boss Holborn Gaines, dropped everything (a beer bottle and a report from the Manila office) and rushed to the hospital to see if there was anything he could do to help. The desk attendant, a Soviet Army Lieutenant, upon studying his credentials and checking them against a list of Raymond's probable and therefore accredited visitors, sent him to the fifth floor just as though it were not a sealed floor. He was met at the elevator by a rugged Army nurse who was wearing the traditional cap worn by graduates of the Mother Cabrini Hospital of Winstead, Connecticut where she had never studied but which gave the establishment a certain amount of professional verisimilitude. ... Gaines left a bottle of Scotch for Raymond with the pretty young nurse (five feet tall, 173 pounds, mustache, warts)."

- Richard Condon, The Manchurian Candidate (1959)

Published for the historical record and for posterity:

John Yerkes Iselin = "John E. (Johnny) is Rey S. Kline" or the character John Yerkes Iselin was based on Ray S. Cline from the CIA, Georgetown's Center for Strategic and

International Studies and the head of the World Anti-Communist League during its most fascist and pro-Nazi periods. CSIS, WACL and rogue CIA agents was the whole story here.

Georgetown: Center for Stratgic and International Studies

The clan from the Middle West was "the Jayhawk Nazi" Rev. Gerald B. Winrod from Wichita Kansas, former publisher of The American Mercury cited at the Giesbrecht Winnipeg Meeting.

Rev. Gerald L K Smith was present at The Winnipeg Airport Incident overheard discussing the JFK Assassination, the pending financial payoffs, which he used to build Christ of the Ozarks

in Arkansas, The American Mercury, the Newport shipping depot (of the John Birch Society), and the subject of Andrij Melnyk, head of OUN/M who took over after Stefan Bandera, former

head of OUN/B was snuffed by Bogdhan Stashynksy in 1959. Anastase Vonsiatsky, a Soviet Army Lieutenant, also attended the meeting in Winnipeg. He was the Ukrainian accented 6'5" 250 lb person with razor burns on his scalp, a hearing aid, boils on the back of his neck, freckled hands and a loud booming voice easily overheard. He spoke too loud because he was almost stone cold deaf.

"...the pretty young nurse (five feet tall, 173 pounds, mustache, warts)." was the epitome of Vonsiatsky's wife who fit this description perfectly by the time she was in her 70's and 80's.

She died on November 11, 1963 and she was a Red Cross nurse in Paris, France when she met Anastase, her "Annie".

Now enough of the "science fiction" about "nanothermite" in The World Trade Towers and all that other pablum. Do you really think that anyone takes that seriously. Focus on the leads provided by people who would really know what went on and who did what to whom. Even Gerry Patrick Hemming knew that Frank Wisner, Sr. was incapable of leading the JFK plot but Robert Morris and

Charles Willoughby were. Get with it.

The older guests who shook hands with the Iselins that night had been followers of Father Coughlin; the group just younger than them had rallied around Gerald L. K. Smith; and the rest, still younger, were fringe lice who saw Johnny's significance in a clear, white light. The clan had turned out from ten thousand yesterdays in the Middle West and neolithic Texas, and patriotism was far from being their last refuge. It was a group for anthropologists, and it seemed like very bad manners or very bad judgement on Raymond's mother's part to have invited Senator Jordan to walk among the likes of these."

Father Charles Coughlin broadcast World War II isolationist speeches and pro-Germany radio sermons from the Church of the Little Flower in Detroit where Rev. GLK Smith lived at one time.

At least a half dozen knowledgable researchers pointed out the obvious that it was "The Patriots" who killed JFK. The "Park Avenue Patriots", "The Mississippi Patriots", "The Texas

Patriots", etc. Even Joseph Milteer admitted that "The Patriots are in the clear on this..." and Dick Russell's informant said: "EVEN PATRIOTS CAN NOT TAKE THE LAW INTO THEIR OWN

HANDS" in TMWKTM and Gerry "Patrick" Hemming, "Patrick" was not his middle name just a sign that he was a "Patriot" said that The Patriots killed JFK to Noel Twyman including Robert

Morris. Those from neolithic Texas out to get JFK included H. L. Hunt, Robert Morris and Edwin A. Walker among many, many others. Senator Thomas Jordan is an almost EXACT

anagram for Senator J. Strom Thurmond of South Carolina. Try it for yourself. Condon had old Strom Thurmond all figured out, he did. It was really easy.

"Raymond's boss Holborn Gaines, dropped everything (a beer bottle and a report from the Manila office) and rushed to the hospital to see if there was anything he could do to help. The desk attendant, a Soviet Army Lieutenant, upon studying his credentials and checking them against a list of Raymond's probable and therefore accredited visitors, sent him to the fifth floor just as though it were not a sealed floor. He was met at the elevator by a rugged Army nurse who was wearing the traditional cap worn by graduates of the Mother Cabrini Hospital of Winstead, Connecticut where she had never studied but which gave the establishment a certain amount of professional verisimilitude. ... Gaines left a bottle of Scotch for Raymond with the pretty young nurse (five feet tall, 173 pounds, mustache, warts)."

- Richard Condon, The Manchurian Candidate (1959)

Ray S. Cline from WACL and the CIA was in the Manila, Phillipines office when Benito Aquino was assassinated and perhaps when Oswald was in the area, too.

The fifth floor was the Fifth Column of the American Nazi Party... And so it goes. Mother Cabrini Hospital of Winstead, Connecticut. The Vonsiatsky's lived in Windham County, Connecticut,

his wife was a Mother Cabrini type who was a Red Cross nurse in Paris, France when she nursed Annie back to health after the Russian Revolution. Wish that he had croaked then.

[Cigdem Göle]

Tanabai walked through the steppe bridle slung over his shoulder.

Tears ran down his cheeks, wetting his beard. He did not wipe them away.

He was weeping for the pacer Gulsary. The old man looked at the new morning through his tears,

at the lonely grey goose flying swiftly over the foothills. The goose was hurrying, it was catching up with

the flock.

"Hurry! Catch up with your kin before your wings give out," Tanabai whispered. Then he sighed and said, "Farewell, Gulsary!"

--- Farewell, Gulsary

Cengiz Aytmatov

[Michael Clark]

It's from a play, but a favorite that will always stick with me.

From Shakespeare's "The Tempest"

PROSPERO

Abhorred slave,
Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which
good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confined into this rock,
Who hadst deserved more than a prison.

CALIBAN

You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
For learning me your language!

 

 

[Michael Clark]

From Huckleberry Finn

 

Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the
water; and maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know; and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I judged it would have took too long to make so many. Jim said the moon could a laid them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled and was hove out of the nest. . .