Friday, 31 August 2012

Weekend Quote #9


“For he that does good, having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he forbears.”

A quote from Sir Walter Scott's Ivanhoe, now.

It is after a victorious banquet in the depth of the forest. The parties say farewell to each other, with the Black Knight as the last guest to depart. Before he leaves, he praises Locksley for his conduct, a crime though it is by law, but not by motive. Thus he says our quote this week.

I like the quote. It is true that one who holds power can easily be praised or despised for what he does. Yet Richard praises the Outlaw also for not doing evil things in his power. I admire those who have great self-control over themselves, who restrain from doing things not because they cannot, but because they know that it is wrong.


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Thursday, 30 August 2012

Character Thursday: Maurice de Bracy


When one reads Ivanhoe, he has many characters to think upon, and to reflect upon, to admire and to abhor, to like and to dislike. There are many of those I find heroic, some merry and liberal, but what interest me are those who play the role of antagonists, but find in themselves praiseworthy virtues. One of the few is Maurice de Bracy.

He is far from being a good man. By politics, he is a follower of Prince John, who just cannot wait to usurp the throne from his valiant brother, King Richard. Richard the Lion-hearted himself is an adventurer, more fitting perhaps to be a general than a king, and would be more happy to live in the eve of battle in Palestine or in the merry forest with Robin Hood than in his dull administrative court. Still, de Bracy sides himself with a traitor, and deserves punishment, according to the code of honour praised in his era.

Not just that, he sets an ambuscade to abduct several persons by their way just because he loves the lady Rowena, whom he desires to be his bride. His act results in the imprisonment of Cedric's party along with Isaac and his daughter, and the wounded knight Ivanhoe. Later, it costs him Front-de-Beouf's life and almost costs him his own, but for the mercy of the Lion-hearted himself.

Even so, he has some virtues that I respect. For example, unlike the greedy Front-de-Beouf, he still has the sense of chivalry that is far higher above private grudge, as we read:

“The ideas of chivalrous honour, which, amidst his wildness and levity, never utterly abandoned De Bracy, prohibited him from doing the knight any injury in his defenceless condition, and equally interdicted his betraying him to Front-de-Boeuf, who would have had no scruples to put to death, under any circumstances, the rival claimant of the fief of Ivanhoe. On the other hand, to liberate a suitor preferred by the Lady Rowena, as the events of the tournament, and indeed Wilfred’s previous banishment from his father’s house, had made matter of notoriety, was a pitch far above the flight of De Bracy’s generosity.”

Not so generous indeed, yet enough to make me believe still in humanity. His pride is also clearly shown when the Black Knight defeats him in one-on-one fight, and demands him to be a prisoner, “rescue or no rescue.” He insists to know the victor's name, for he will not yield to any unknown man. Moreover, when Waldemar Fitzurse counsels Prince John to kill Richard in an ambush de Bracy insists that he will not touch a hair of the merciful king who has spared him his life.

“Not by me,” said De Bracy, hastily; “I was his prisoner, and he took me to mercy. I will not harm a feather in his crest.” 
“Prison or tomb,” said De Bracy, “I wash my hands of the whole matter.”

Well, I've said all I need to. His love for Rowena has been blind, and so far from being honourable. He chooses his liege not wisely, and thus counts himself as a traitor. But there are laws that he lives with, that he doesn't betray even when it offers him much. Along with Brian de Bois-Guilbert I place him, not as lawless men, but men of their own laws. Not so good a thing, but not the worst.

That's my Character Thursday, what about yours?

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Character Thursday
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Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Me, Love, and Pushkin


This sounds more like a confession than an analysis. In fact, I think it IS a confession. Alexander Pushkin's two love poems are my love stories – in real life. I'd like to share it to know whether my readers have the same experience.

All my love stories consist of either of these things below. The first is an unwanted love, or, perhaps, a forbidden love. I liked a person with whom I could never be, and then I found Pushkin's love poem, Confession.

I love you-- though I rage at it,
Though it is shame and toil misguided,
And to my folly self-derided
Here at your feet I will admit!
It ill befits my years, my station,
Good sense has long been overdue!
And yet, by every indication,
Love's plague has stricken me anew:
You're out of sight-- I fall to yawning;
You're here-- I suffer and feel blue,
And barely keep myself from owning,
Dear elf, how much I care for you!
.....
Aline! I ask but to be pitied,
I do not dare to plead for love;
Love, for the sins I have committed,
I am perhaps not worthy of.
But make believe! Your gaze, dear elf,
Is fit to conjure with, believe me!
Ah, it is easy to deceive me!. . .
I long to be deceived myself!

The second type of love that I experience is the love described in Pushkin's other poem, I loved you. I feel like I don't love the person anymore, but who knows whether some love lingers still within my heart?

I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.
Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I

Truthful in every line, I was driven to madness upon reading it. I read it over and over again aloud while taking a bath, hurting my heart everytime I did so. I had forgotten this poem for some time, then I remember it again. The occasion dictates so.

I don't know what's wrong. Perhaps Pushkin and me, far separated by time and place in this world, share still the same fate. Or perhaps the story is so common that the poems are just general thoughts or ordinary phase of life. But I'm still grateful that at least somebody can put in words what I cannot put myself. And perhaps instead of these two sad love poems I will find a love fit for Shakespeare's line, a love “for one, of one, still such and ever so” that won't “alter when alteration finds, or bend with the remover to remove.”

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Forgive Me


This weekend my blog will be in hiatus. No Character Thursday, no Weekend Quote, no review. I need to go out of town without my laptop. I hope I will still be able to finish Ivanhoe on my phone (I have an e-book reader on my phone).

This week is the last week of my holiday, which means I will be busy starting next week. I don't think I will be able to blog as much as I have during August, but I will try to review a book at least once a month, and keep hosting the Weekend Quote every week.

So, see you all, and have a nice week.

Tuesday, 21 August 2012

(Re-)Reading Ivanhoe


I'm going halfway through reading Ivanhoe by Sir Walter Scott. Just a little background of my reason for reading it.

When I was 14, and was in love with Sherlock Holmes, I went to a friend's house, a fellow fonder of the detective. She told me she made a review of SH's short stories for her homework, and showed me her Sherlock Holmes book, a translation in Bahasa. In the shelf, however, I saw a book, thin and small, with a soft purple cover. That book was a English simplified version of Ivanhoe.

Needless to say, I borrowed the book right away. My friend consented, and I read it. My English was not very good at that time, naturally, but was enough to understand the brave and noble character of Robin Hood and King Richard. Thanks to the book, I've been very fond of them ever since. But simplified version is still a simplified version. I looked for the original, and was frightened by the size of it, not mentioning the difficulty of its language. So for the moment I gave up and diverted my eyes to other books easier to comsume.

Yet it is destined that I must read the book somehow. After Robert Lancelyn Greene's Robin Hood and Dumas' Musketeers, I am hungry for more adventurous tales, and I remember my old bold Ivanhoe. Now, my English permits me to peruse the book without letting the language deprive me the joy of reading it. Besides, the words unknown to me, whether in the old English or the modern one, enrich my vocabulary after I search their meaning.

Anyway, I'm in the 21st chapter of it, and very impatient to finish the story. Hope the end will be as happy as related in the simplified one.  

Saturday, 18 August 2012

Weekend Quote #8


“Stone walls doe not a prison make,
  Nor iron bars a cage;
Mindes innocent and quiet take
  That for an hermitage;
If I have freedome in my love,
  And in my soule am free,
Angels alone that sore above
  Enjoy such liberty.”
- Richard Lovelace

This week I take something different. It's taken from Lovelace's To Althea from Prison. I read this from Rafael Sabatini's novel Captain Blood, though in simplified version. Charmed by the verse, I looked for the complete poem and read it.

Lovelace wrote this poem in prison. The poet was one of the cavalier poets, who supported Charles I. (I really didn't know about this before I chose it to be my weekend quote. Any similarity between his ideology and Athos' is not intended). In his poem, he argues that he is still free, because in his mind he does nothing wrong. He is still free to be loyal to Charles I, he is still free to think and to love anyone he wants.

I like this poem because I also believe in that kind of freedom, a freedom that cannot be deprived from anyone – the freedom of heart and the freedom of mind. People can always control others' bodies, acts, and deeds. But no matter how strict they control those things, the heart and the mind will always be free.

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Weekend Quote is hosted by Half-Filled Attic. Feel free to join. You can:

  • Give the context of the quote
  • Give your opinion whether you agree or disagree with it
  • Share your experience related to the quote
  • Share similar quotes you remember
  • Or anything else. Just have fun with the quote.


Thursday, 16 August 2012

A Memorable Quote: Twenty Years After


This prompt is hosted at November'sAutumn. The idea is to share a memorable quote that you find in a book that you are reading, or in my case, the last book that you have finished reading. The last book that I finished is Dumas' Twenty Years After, as you can see from my recent posts.

I'd like to share my favourite quote of the book, which comes from my favourite chapter of the novel and spoken by my favourite character among the Musketeers.

The air is tense, and two of his friends are quarelling, each states that he is right and the other is wrong. Among the four of them, two has drawn their swords, and one is ready to draw any time he needs to defend himself. If they fight, their friendship will be lost forever.

Athos stands, unsheathes his sword, and breaks it. Then he says these lines:

"Never!" exclaimed Athos, raising his right hand to Heaven, "never! I swear before God, who seeth us, and who, in the darkness of this night heareth us, never shall my sword cross yours, never my eye express a glance of anger, nor my heart a throb of hatred, at you. We lived together, we loved, we hated together; we shed, we mingled our blood together, and too probably, I may still add, that there may be yet a bond between us closer even than that of friendship... 
D'Artagnan, I have always loved you as my son; Porthos, we slept six years side by side; Aramis is your brother as well as mine, and Aramis has once loved you, as I love you now and as I have ever loved you. What can Cardinal Mazarin be to us, to four men who compelled such a man as Richelieu to act as we pleased? What is such or such a prince to us, who fixed the diadem upon a great queen's head? 
D'Artagnan, I ask your pardon for having yesterday crossed swords with you; Aramis does the same to Porthos; now hate me if you can; but for my own part, I shall ever, even if you do hate me, retain esteem and friendship for you."

Athos always speaks with such intensity and tranquility that cools his friends down. These words save them all from what might be an 'unevitable fight among ex-friends'. Certainly a quote I will remember.