Weekend Words: Brown
Now that Kate Brown has ascended to the governorship relinquished by the scandal-plagued John Kitzhaber, the neighboring states of Oregon and California each have a governor named Brown.
Now that Kate Brown has ascended to the governorship relinquished by the scandal-plagued John Kitzhaber, the neighboring states of Oregon and California each have a governor named Brown.
I cannot pretend to feel impartial about colors. I rejoice with the brilliant ones and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.
—Sir Winston Churchill
Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth — well, it’s like brown — it’s not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.
—Iris Murdoch
I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.
—Stephen Foster, “Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair”
Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,
This autumn morning!
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning, “James Lee’s Wife”
A cup of coffee – real coffee – home-browned, home ground, home made, that comes to you dark as a hazel-eye, but changes to a golden bronze as you temper it with cream that never cheated, but was real cream from its birth, thick, tenderly yellow, perfectly sweet, neither lumpy nor frothing on the Java: such a cup of coffee is a match for twenty blue devils and will exorcise them all.
—Henry Ward Beecher
We have a beautiful
mother
Her green lap
immense
Her brown embrace
eternal
Her blue body
everything
we know.
—Alice Walker, “We Have a Beautiful Mother”
The gigantic body, the huge massy face, seamed with the scars of disease, the brown coat, the black worsted stockings, the grey wig with the scorched foretop, the dirty hands, the nails bitten and pared to the quick.
—Thomas Babington, “Samuel Johnson”
I, John Brown, am now quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with Blood.
—John Brown
Buy a book in brown paper
From Faber and Faber
To see Annie Liffey trip, tumble and caper.
Sevensinns in her singthings,
Plurabelle on her prose,
Seashell ebb music wayriver she flows.
—James Joyce
