by practice, they get to be wide apart.” —Confucius. Epigraph from The Diamond Age by Neal Stephenson
Andrew Ryan in BioShock, written by Ken Levine. Epigraph from All Your Base Are Belong to Us: How Fifty Years of Videogames Conquered Pop Culture by Harold Goldberg
Operator: Main screen turn on.
CATS: All your base are belong to us.
CATS: You have no chance to survive make your time.” —Dialogue from Zero Wing, the Toplan/Taito game for arcade and Sega Mega Drive, 1989. Epigraph from All Your Base Are Belong to Us: How Fifty Years of Videogames Conquered Pop Culture by Harold Goldberg
If this predicament seems particularly cruel,
consider whose fault it could be:
not a torch or a match in your inventory.
Does it descend from there, adventure to nightmare?
Did I battle a snake? Was the treasure intact?
Or did the TRS-80 in my brain get hacked?” —
“It Is Pitch Dark” by MC Frontalot. Epigraph from All Your Base Are Belong to Us: How Fifty Years of Videogames Conquered Pop Culture by Harold Goldberg
wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field.
I will meet you there.” —Jelaluddin Rumi, 13th Century. Epigraph from And the Mountains Echoed by Khaled Hosseini
Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.” —Albert Camus. Epigraph from Element4l video game.
Sovay, Sovay all on a day
She dressed herself in man’s array
With a brace of pistols all by her side
To meet her true love, to meet her true love, away she’d ride
As she was riding over the plain
She met her true love and bid him stand
“Stand and deliver, young sir,” she said
“And if you do not, and if you do not, I’ll shoot you dead”
He delivered up his golden store
And still she craved for one thing more
“That diamond ring, that I see you wear
Oh hand it over, oh hand it over, and your life I’ll spare”
From that diamond ring I would not part
For it’s a token from my sweetheart
Shoot and be damned, you rogue” said he
“And you’ll be hanged, you’ll be hanged then for murdering me”
Next morning in the garden green
Young Sophie and her true love were seen
He spied his watch hanging from her clothes
Which made him blush lads, which made him blush lads like any rose
“Why do you blush you silly thing
I thought to have that diamond ring
T’was I who robbed you all on the plain
So here’s your gold, love, so here’s your gold and your watch and chain
I only did it for to know
If you would be a man or no
If you had given me that ring she said
I’d have pulled the trigger, pulled the trigger and shot you dead”
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow’s springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What héart héard of, ghóst guéssed:
t is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.” —Gerard Manley Hopkins, “Spring and Fall: To a Young Child” Epigraph from Goldengrove by Francine Prose
Though the house we loved and the street we loved are lost,
Every time the earth circles her orbit
On the night the autumn equinox is crossed,
Two stars we knew, poised on the peak of midnight
Will reach their zenith; stillness will be deep;
There will be stars over the place forever,
There will be stars forever, while we sleep.” —Sara Teasdale. Epigraph from Blessings by Anna Quindlen.