Daar brak hij, zes weken later zoowat,

Den eed van vriendentrouw.

Immortelle c

Zooals ik eenmaal beminde,

  Zoo minde er op aarde nooit een,

Maar 'k vond, tot wien ik mij wendde,

  Slechts harten van ijs en van steen.

Toen stierf mijn geloof aan de vriendschap,

  Mijn hoop en mijn liefde verdween,

En zooals mijn hart toen haatte,

  Zoo haatte er op aarde nooit een.

En sombere, bittere liedren

  Zijn aan mijn lippen ontgeleen;

Zoo somber en bitter als ik zong,

  Zoo zong er op aarde nooit een.

Verveeld heeft mij eindlijk dat haten,

  Dat eeuwig gezang en geween.

Ik zweeg, en zooals ik nu zwijg,

  Zoo zweeg er op aarde nooit een.

Piet Paaltjens (14 februari 1835 – 19 januari 1894)

Standbeeld in Leeuwarden

De Amerikaanse schrijver Robert Shea werd geboren op 14 februari 1933 in New York. Zie ook mijn blog van 14 februari 2008.

Uit: The Illuminatus! Trilogy

“In fact, the President of the United States had several severe migraines during the following weeks; but the atheistic rulers of Moscow and Peking were less susceptible to magic. They never reported a twinge. But, wait, here is another performer in our circus, and one of the most intelligent and decent in the lot-his name is unpronounceable, but you can call him Howard and he happens to have been born a dolphin. He's swimming through the ruins of Atlantis and it's April 10 already-time is moving; I'm not sure what Howard sees but it bothers him, and he decides to tell Hagbard Celine all about it. Not that I know, at this point, who Hagbard Celine is. Never mind; watch the waves roll and be glad there isn't much pollution out here yet. Look at the way the golden sun lights each wave with a glint that, curiously, sparkles into a silver sheen; and watch, watch the waves as they roll, so that it is easy to cross five hours of time in one second and find ourselves amid trees and earth, with even a few falling leaves for a touch of poetry before the horror. Where are we? Five hours away, I told you-five hours due west, to be precise, so at the same instant that Howard turns a somersault in Atlantis, Sasparilla Godzilla, a tourist from simcoe, Ontario (she had the misfortune to be born a human being) turns a neat nosedive right here and lands unconscious on the ground.“

Robert Shea (14 februari 1933 – 10 maart 1994)

De Canadees-Duitse schrijver en vertaler Frederick Philip Grove werd geboren als Felix Paul Greve op 14 februari 1879 in Radomno, Westpruisen. Zie ook mijn blog van 14 februari 2007.

Uit: Settlers of the Marsh

„On the road leading north from the little prairie town Minor two men were fighting their way through the gathering dusk.
Both were recent immigrants; one, Lars Nelson, a giant, of three years’ standing in the country; the other, Niels Lindstedt, slightly above medium size, but compactly built, of only three months’. Both were Swedes; and they had struck up a friendship which had led to a partnership for the winter that was coming. They had been working on a threshing gang between Minor and Balfour and were now on their way into the bush settlement to the north-east where scattered homesteads reached out into the wilderness.
It was the beginning of the month of November.
Niels carried his suitcase on his back; Nelson, his new friend’s bundle, which also held the few belongings of his own which he had along. He wore practically the same clothes winter and summer.
Above five miles from town they reached, on the north road, the point where the continuous settlement ran out into the wild, sandy land which, forming the margin of the Big Marsh, intervened between the territory of the towns and the next Russo-German settlement to the north, some twenty miles or so straight ahead.“

Frederick Philip Grove (14 februari 1879 – 19 augustus 1948)

De Iers-Engelse schrijver, publicist, uitgever en redacteur Frank Harris werd geboren op 14 februari 1856 in Galway, Ierland. Bekend werd hij als redacteur en eigenaar van een aantal Londense kranten en tijdschriften, waaronder de Evening News (vanaf 1883), de Fortnightly Review (1886–1894) als ook de Saturday Review. Harris schreef korte verhalen en romans, waarvan The Bomb de succesvolste en meest gewaardeerde was, twee boeken over Shakespeare en biografieën over zijn vrienden Oscar Wilde en George Bernard Shaw.

Uit: Oscar Wilde His Life and Confessions

„...Miss Travers had applied to Sir William Wilde for money again and again, and accompanied these applications with threats of worse pen-pricks if the requests were not acceded to. It was under these circumstances, according to Lady Wilde, that she wrote the letter complained of to Dr. Travers and enclosed it in a sealed envelope. She wished to get Dr. Travers to use his parental influence to stop Miss Travers from further disgracing herself and insulting and annoying Sir William and Lady Wilde.

The defence carried the war into the enemy's camp by thus suggesting that Miss Travers was blackmailing Sir William and Lady Wilde.

The attack in the hands of Serjeant Armstrong was still more deadly and convincing. He rose early on the Monday afternoon and declared at the beginning that the case was so painful that he would have preferred not to have been engaged in it--a hypocritical statement which deceived no one, and was just as conventional-false as his wig.“

Frank Harris (14 februari 1856 – 27 augustus 1931)