Moorcockisms

From the dancers at the end of time. A very apt ending, though I was inclined to stop when the time loop started, which also would have been a very apt ending. Unlike long books like LOTR, Silmarillion, HP5, moorcocks has the knack of satiating you compeletely. You are not bored, ever, but you never hunger for more. There is always more... the tale of the eternal champion is so huge, that you are bound to forget a lot and start reading over. the thing is, he satisfies everything properly.
And for once, unlike other moorcock books, the little sex that is there is absolutely essential for the plot. No "art", and no cheese. Its apt, and necessary.
And non vulger, as well as non-sensual. Very hard to do.
have to search for the marked moorcockisms over 400 bloody fucking pages...
ok...

about the inhabitants of our world and time
"... do you know, Lady Charlotina, that many of their passtimes are not persued from choice after all!"

"...as if they dream perpetually, moved by impulses of which they have no objective understanding..."

"I have no brains. Merely imagination."

"...'I expirienced something, Lord Jagged, but I am not sure I learned anything.'
'Well, that is the best way to learn, I think.'

On the lack of time machines in our time
"In a world where time is so important, you'd think there would be more machines to manipulate it"

"... time can never be codified as space can be, because our very thoughts, our information about it, our actions based on that information, all contribute to extend the boundries, to produce new anamalies, new aspects of Time's nature."

was this before or after, and with or without knowledge of, shcrodinger's theory?

"...(time is) numinous - unknowable - perhaps truly metaphysical. time is a dream - or a nightmare, from which there is no wakingup..."

one of the many wheldrake poems in the book (wheldrake is another characheter, a poet from another book, stormbringer)

For once I looked on worlds sublime,
And knew pure Beauty, free from time,
Knew unchained joy, untempered Hope;
And coward, then, I fled!

"...madness may be an expression of ordinary emotional confusion."

In a different context, not meaning what this says, but still cool
"...but time will remain the same, even though it seems to change."

"... Is the prisinor a prisinor because he lives in a cage, or because he knows he lives in a cage?"

a description of a type of government
"...Saint-Claude dictatorship (under which every citizen had been enjoined to supply three distinctly different explanations as to their psychological motives for taking even the most minor decisions)"

this is a nice para, and am blogging the enitre thing
'om' said the post.
"eh?" said Jherek, startled.
'Om' intoned the post. 'Om.'
'Did you detect my thoughts, post?'
'I am merely an aid to meditation, brother. i do not interpret.'
'It is interpretation I need. If you could direct me...'
'Everything is everything else,' the post told him. 'Everything is nothing, and nothing is everything. the mind of man is the universe, and the universe is the mind of man. we are all charachters in God's dreams. We are all god.'
'easily said, post.'
'Because a thing is easy does not mean that it is difficult. BEcause a thing is difficult does not mean that it is easy.'
'Is that not a tautology?'
'the universe is one vast tautology, brother, yet no one thing is the same as another.'
'You are not very helpful. I saught information.'
'there is no such thing as information. There is only knowledge.'
'Doubtless,' said Jherek doubtfully. He bade good day to the post and returned. the post, like so many of the city's artefacts, seemed to lack a sense of humour, though probably, it would, as otheres here did - claim a 'cosmic sense of humour' (this involved making obvious ironies about things commonlyobserved by the simplest intelligence).

with that last line, the SOB just designified every word that I have ever written. And even every word that he has ever written....

phew!
took a long time to type... but there is more. I will probably get sued for this... nothing to be stored electronically, but this is a small part of the book...

Nirvana
"Fitting reward for a dead Hindu! but I am a live christian"
a compliment and a pinch to both religions. Touche!

"...he hates sanity"

on spending eternity with a lover...
"... '...what is love without time, withouth death?'
'it is love without sadness, surely.']
'could it be love without purpose?'
'Love is love'

"... it is always the way of women, I I was discovering, to regard men as some sort of blank creature into which one woman or another has instilled certain charachteristics.'

Sue me.