A Quote by Max Beerbohm

A quiet city is a contradiction in terms. It is a thing uncanny, spectral. — © Max Beerbohm
A quiet city is a contradiction in terms. It is a thing uncanny, spectral.
Christ could not create a codified 'Christian ethics'; such a thing would be a contradiction in terms.
How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a specter through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?
On numerous visits to Manhattan, I have found myself poking around the city trying to find a moment of quiet and once located a hint of it in Central Park during a windless, late-night snowfall. There I stood absolutely still in the lemon glow of the city, a sky full of snow. The city still roared from all sides, a thousand noises compressed down to just one. I counted that distant, mild roar as quiet, a welcome relief from the more pressing noises of the daytime city.
With the possible exception of things like box scores, race results, and stock market tabulations, there is no such thing as Objective Journalism. The phrase itself is a pompous contradiction in terms.
I'm in love with cities. I find them amazing, the quiet co-ordination of thousands of people, going about what we're trying to do, and that organism of the city nurturing human aspiration, and the actual city fabric itself being a special thing rather than just infrastructure.
So he [Sigmund Freud] called this "the uncanny" and he also referred to cities as well, like the idea of walking through the city and the way the urban landscape could lead you to a sense of disorientation and to a kind of, you know, sense of repetition. And the way a city can unfold as you walk.
Military intelligence is a contradiction in terms.
A non-serving Christian is a contradiction in terms.
Holy War is a contradiction of terms.
Good morning is a contradiction of terms.
An Italian university is a contradiction in terms.
Consumer culture is contradiction in terms
I was a pretty nice kid. Kind of quiet, but quiet in terms I wasn't going out and setting fire to anything. I had a big mouth and I was creative type, you know.
A gentleman with a pug nose is a contradiction in terms.
You cannot have humane Zionism, it is a contradiction in terms.
Gatting at fine leg - that's a contradiction in terms.
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