It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny
pleasure-dome with caves of ice! Samuel Taylor Coleridge 'Kubla Khan'.
Ateighteenourconvictions arehillsfromwhichwe look; at forty-five they
are caves in which we hide. F(rancis) Scott Key Fitzgerald 'BerniceBobs Her Hair', in the Saturday Evening
But O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone,
and never must return! Thee shepherd, thee
the woods, and desert caves, With wild thyme and
the gadding vine o'ergrown, And all their
echoes mourn. John Milton Lycidas, l.37^41.
Gott ist tot: aber so wie die Art der Menschen ist, wird es vielleicht nochJahrtausende
lang H o« hlen geben, in denen man seinen
Schatten zeigt.Und wirwir mu« ssen auch noch
seinen Schatten besiegen! God is dead; but
given the way of men, there may still be caves for thousands
of years inwhich his shadow will be shown.And wewe
still have to vanquish his shadow, too. FriedrichWilhelm Nietzsche Die fro« hliche Wissenschaft ( The Gay Science),
section108 (translated by W
Kaufmann). This is the first occurrence of the famous phrase,
which appears elsewhere in Nietzsche's work.
Years and years ago, when I was a boy, when there were wolves in Wales,
and birds the colour of red-flannel petticoats whisked
past the harp-shaped hills, when we sang and wallowed
all night and day in caves that smelt like
Sundayafternoons in damp front farmhouse parlours, and we
chased, with the jawbones of deacons, the English and the
bears, before the motor car, before the wheel, before
the duchess-faced horse, when we rode the daft and
happy hills bareback, it snowed and it snowed. Dylan Marlais Thomas A Child's Christmas inWales.