Poetry resists academic pretension, just as the mystery of religious faith evaporates on contact with dogma. - Patrick White

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Poetry resists academic pretension, just as the mystery of religious faith evaporates on contact with dogma.

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About Patrick White

Patrick Victor Martindale White (28 May 1912 – 30 September 1990) was an Australian novelist and winner of the 1973 Nobel Prize for Literature.

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Birth Name: Patrick Victor Martindale White
Alternative Names: Alex Xenophon Demirjian Gray
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The ideal of non-attachment has been preached again and again in the course of the last 3000 years. It is found in Hinduism, the teachings of Buddha, the doctrine of Lao Tsu, in the philosophy of the Greek Stoics. The Gospel of Jesus is essentially one of non-attachment to the things of this world, and of attachment to God. What the Jewish philosopher Spinoza calls "blessedness" is simply the state of non-attachment, just as Spinoza's "human bondage" is the condition of one who identifies himself with his own desires, emotions, and thought processes, or with their objects in the external world.

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Have you met my housekeeper?’ Dorothy was palpitating. ‘In your old room. Practically as you left it. One has to respect what other people are — essentially — even when they try to destroy themselves. But I offer you your room — your latchkey — financial security — if only you will realize that badly heated Paris apartment is — so — so pernicious.’ Dorothy de Lascabanes had flown to her mother’s bedside to pronounce an ultimatum, a brutal one if necessary, and here she was, her head literally so heavy she had to support it with her hands. ‘I don’t know, Mummy!’ she muttered from behind her wrists. ‘Think it over, darling. Nothing can be decided in — you know I would never let you want — and for that reason.’ They had lapsed. Both of them. The princess might have been sunk in a lake of mercury, but Mrs Hunter was probably born of that substance.

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