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Other World
The Other World category was the hardest to organize into subtypes. Common themes, however, still emerged. To navigate this, I've listed the Other World entries all together chronologically, yet I utilized the tags to signal shared themes. Several pieces discussed a literal crossing, border, or liminal zone between physical locations. These locations usually also signaled a differing worldview, culture, class/status, or sense of otherness. In some, the other world is an external force that the narrator feels threatened by, or a location from which threats come. Other quotes met the criteria because the narrator entered a state of mind in which their world felt "other," or because they discussed another world in death or afterlife.
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Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J. K. Rowling (1997)
"Do you mean ter tell me," he growled at the Dursleys, "that this boy -- this boy! -- knows nothin' abou' -- about ANYTHING?"
Harry thought this was going a bit far. He had been to school, after all, and his marks weren't bad.
"I know some things," he said. "I can, you know, do math and stuff." But Hagrid simply waved his hand and said, "About our world, I mean. Your world. My world. Yer parents' world."
"What world?"
Hagrid looked as if he was about to explode.
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Rowling, J. K. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Bloomsbury, 1997.
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"Mrs. Lazarus" by Carol Ann Duffy (1999)
...I breathed
his stench; my bridegroom in his rotting shroud,
moist and dishevelled from the grave's slack chew,
croaking his cuckold name, disinherited, out of his time.
Broadview Anthology, page 1775
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"Postscript" from The Spirit Level by Seamus Heaney (1996)
Useless to think you'll park and capture it
More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.
Heaney, Seamus. The Spirit Level. Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1999, New York.
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"Calypso" by Kamau Brathwaite (1967)
perhaps when they come 
with their cameras and straw
hats:  sacred pink tourists from the frozen Nawth
we should get down to those
white beaches
where if we don't wear breeches
it becomes an island dance
Broadview Anthology, page 1816
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"A Summer Night" by W. H. Auden (1933)
And, gentle, do not care to know,
Where Poland draws her eastern bow,
    What violence is done,
Nor ask what doubtful act allows
Our freedom in this English house,
    Our picnics in the sun.
Soon, soon, through dykes of our content
The crumpling flood will force a rent
    And, taller than a tree,
Hold sudden death before our eyes
Whose river dreams long hid the size
    And vigours of the sea.
https://voetica.com/poem/6095
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The Right to Be Happy (Preface) by Dora Russell (1927)
Far be it from me or anyone in this tortured age to suggest that it would not be well to re-create society. The world as we know it is a hideous nightmare. Human beings have made it, and therefore human beings need to be changed. The chemistry of the human body and the study of human reaftions can give us the means of going beyond changes of environment to changes in the nature of the human creature himself. I quarrel merely with the idea of a plan, according to which all men are at once to be made anew.
Pages vii-viii
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"Sailing to Byzantium" by W. B. Yeats (1927)
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
III
O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Broadview Anthology, page 1380
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"The Garden Party" by Katherine Mansfield (1922)
   Now the broad road was crossed. The lane began, smoky and dark. Women in shawls and men's tweed caps hurried by. Men hung over the palings; the children played in the doorways. A low hum came from the mean little cottages. In some of them there was a flicker of light, and a shadow, crab-like, moved across the window. Laura bent her head and hurried on. She wished now she had put on a coat. How her frock shone! And the big hat with the velvet streamer - if only it was another hat! Were the people looking at her? They must be. It was a mistake to have come; she knew all along it was a mistake. Should she go back even now?
Broadview Anthology, page 1511
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Villette by Charlotte Brontë (1853)
I sat up appalled, wondering into what region, amongst what strange beings I was waking. At first I knew nothing I looked on: a wall was not a wall—a lamp not a lamp. I should have understood what we call a ghost, as well as I did the commonest object; which is another way of intimating that all my eye rested on struck it as spectral. But the faculties soon settled each in its place; the life-machine presently resumed its wonted and regular working.
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Brontë, Charlotte. Villette. First Vintage Classics Edition, Vintage Classics, 2009.
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"Stanzas from the Grand Chartreuse" by Matthew Arnold (1855)
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
Their faith, my tears, the world deride—
I come to shed them at their side.
Broadview Anthology, page 1017
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"The Lady of Shalott" by Alfred Tennyson (1832)
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
    To many-tower'd Camelot;
Broadview Anthology, page 825
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Don Juan by Lord Byron (1819)
And if Pedrillo's fate should shocking be,
Remember Ugolino condescends
To eat the head of his arch-enemy
The moment after he politely ends
His tale: if foes be food in hell, at sea
'Tis surely fair to dine upon our friends,
When shipwreck's short allowance grows too scanty,
Without being much more horrible than Dante.
Canto II Line 83
McGann, Jerome J, editor. Byron (The Oxford Authors). Oxford University Press, 1986, Oxford and New York.
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"Mont Blanc" by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1817)
Some say that gleams of a remoter world
Visit the soul in sleep, that death is slumber,
And that its shapes the busy thoughts outnumber
Of those who wake and live.—I look on high;
Has some unknown omnipotence unfurl'd
The veil of life and death? or do I lie
In dream, and does the mightier world of sleep
Spread far around and inaccessibly
Its circles?
Broadview Anthology, page 467
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"Two Part Prelude" by William Wordsworth (1799)
That spectacle, for many days my brain
Worked with a dim and undetermined sense
Of unknown modes of being; in my thoughts
There was darkness, call it solitude
Or blank desertion; no familiar objects
Of hourly objects, images of trees,
Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields;
But huge and mighty forms that do not live
Like living men, moved slowly through my mind
By day, and were the trouble of my dreams.
Broadview Anthology, page 221
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Philosophy for Artists
Philosophy
Philosophy broke down into references to philosophy in literary works, quotes from works generally accepted as part of the philosophical canon, and works commenting on how artists should approach philosophy. It shared the most overlap with the other two categories, so quotes that straddled Philosophy with Happiness or with Other World have been attributed to those other categories, but will be noted as belonging to both.
Philosophy References
Philosophical Canon Works
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"The Metaphysical Poets" by T. S. Eliot (1921)
A philosophical theory which has entered into poetry is established, for its truth of falsity in one sense ceases to matter, and its truth in another sense is proved.
…It is not a permanent necessity that poets should be interested in philosophy, or any other subject. We can only say that it appears likely that poets in our civilization, as it exists at present, must be difficult.
Broadview Anthology, page 1545
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