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553 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2005
“Where shall Freddy be sent?” asked the queen, as if inquiring after a diplomatic posting for a wayward viscount. She was so calm. It made Freddy livid.
“He must be sent”, was the answer, “to find a New Caernarvon in the most savage, strange, and unconquerable region of the earth. There he will either subject it to his rule or fail in his quest. It cannot be an easy place … It must be inhabited by fierce, clever, and industrious creatures — monsters. … In fact, it is that land, the most unconquerable, savage land on earth.”
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“You have found such a place, Mr Nell?” the queen asked.
“The very place.”
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“Oh, get out with it,” said Freddy, breaking discipline and taking what he wanted from the dessert table. “If I’m going to go there, I should know where it is, shouldn’t I? What is it called?”
“It is called, Your Royal Highness,” Mr Nell said quietly, using the noble form of address for Freddy for the first time, “New Jersey.”
In modern times, with sin and death magnified and the king’s armies so immense and battles so bloody that not hundreds but millions of men die in his name, the king must be medieval. He must be pious and devout. He must be holy, bookish, and restrained. He must be naturally full of sorrow, If he is any other way, the monarchy will fall.
the object of the pigs is to provoke the soul brothers until they reveal what the pigs believe is their true criminal nature.
The model of a president has been that of a man who comes to you like a salesman, and promises things. I think the model of a president should be a man who comes before you and says, “This is what I have seen, this is what I believe, this is how I live, and this is what I love.” Surely you would know such a man better for this than you would know a man possessed of a list crowded with numbers and littered with prostituted oaths.
He [Freddy:] knew instantaneously that deep in the heart of American civilization was its music, and that deep in the heart of its music was the miracle of the open road. (181)
When Freddy took Fredericka in his arms and they waltzed slowly across the room, time stopped within the sheltering vault of this music. Their slow turning built around them a chamber in which they found themselves beneath an imagined deep blue dome in which was embedded a cloth of gently shining stars. And that was of little moment compared with the disheveled, heat curled fall of Fredericka's hair, her wise and tender expression, and the great trust that had arisen between them. (343)