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The harvest of this world is to the resolute, and he that is infirm of purpose is ground betwixt the upper and the nether millstone.

Eric Rücker Eddison

Can a woman not keep her lover without she study to always please him with pleasure? Pew! then let her give up the game. Or shall my lover think with pleasing of me to win me indeed? Faugh! he payeth me then; doth he think I am for hire?

Eric Rücker Eddison

Fling me to Tartarus, deliver me to the black infernal Furies, let them blind me, seethe me in the burning lake. For so should there yet be hope. But in this horror of Nothing is neither hope nor life nor death nor sleep nor waking, for ever. For ever.

Eric Rücker Eddison

The black arrowed swoop of the moment swung high into the unceilinged future, ten, fifty, sixty years, may be: then, past seeing, up to that warmthless unconsidered mock-time, when nothing shall be left but the memorial that fits all (except, if there be, the most unhappiest) of human kind: I was not, I lived and loved, I am not.

Eric Rücker Eddison

He that feareth is a slave, were he never so rich, were he never so powerful. But he that is without fear is king of all the world.

Eric Rücker Eddison

Eric Rücker Eddison

Eric Rücker Eddison

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Born: November 24, 1882

Died: August 18, 1945 (aged 62)

Bio: Eric Rücker Eddison was an English civil servant and author, writing under the name E. R. Eddison.

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