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Mervyn Peake Biography

Mervyn Laurence Peake (9 July 1911 – 17 November 1968) was an English writer, artist, poet, and illustrator. He is best known for what are usually referred to as the Gormenghast books. The three works were part of what Peake conceived as a lengthy cycle, the completion of which was prevented by his death. They are sometimes compared to the work of his older contemporary J. R. R. Tolkien, but his surreal fiction was influenced by his early love for Charles Dickens and Robert Louis Stevenson rather than Tolkien's studies of mythology and philology.

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Mount and begone. The world awaits you.

Awaits, Begone, Mount, World

I am the wilderness lost in man.

Lost, Man, Men, Wilderness

I am too rich already, for my eyes mint gold. - Coloured Money

Eye, Gold, Mint, Money, Rich

Countless candles dribbled with hot wax, and their flames, like little flags, fluttered in the unchartered currents of air. Thousands of lamps, naked, or shuttered behind coloured glass, burned with their glows of purple, amber, grass-green, blue, blood red and even grey. The walls of Gormenghast were like the walls of paradise or like the walls of an inferno. The colours were devilish or angelical according to the colour of the mind that watched them. They swam, those walls, with the hues of hell, with the tints of Zion. The breasts of the plumaged seraphim; the scales of Satan.

Blood, Coloured, Flames, Wall, Walls, Zion

This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow.

Ivy, Like, Long, Mutilated, Night, Tower

For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.

Death, Life, Lifeless, Living

Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.

Break, Glasses, Great Day, Room, Splintered, Wall

Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.

All Alone, Alone, Lingering, Lingers, Lonely

I want a lot to eat, I'm going to think today.

Eat, Think, Thinking, Today, Want

Why break the heart that never beat from love?

Beat, Beats, Break, Heart, Love

There is a brotherhood among the kindly- Closer and defter and more integral- Than any of aisle or coven- For love rang out before the chapel bell

Aisle, Bells, Brotherhood, Defter, Integral, Kindness

The crumbling castle, looming among the mists, exhaled the season, and every cold stone breathed it out. The tortured trees by the dark lake burned and dripped, their leaves snatched by the wind were whirled in wild circles through the towers. The clouds mouldered as they lay coiled, or shifted themselves uneasily upon the stone skyfield, sending up wreathes that drifted through the turrets and swarmed up hidden walls.

Castle, Circles, Dark, Mists, Towers, Wall

To live at all is miracle enough.

Enough, Inspirational, Live, Miracle, Religion

There is a kind of laughter that sickens the soul. Laughter when it is out of control: when it screams and stamps its feet, and sets the bells jangling in the next town. Laughter in all its ignorance and cruelty. Laughter with the seed of Satan in it. It tramples upon shrines; the belly-roarer. It roars, it yells, it is delirious: and yet it is as cold as ice. It has no humor. It is naked noise and naked malice.

Control, Feet, Ignorance, Laughter, Seed, Sets

The moon slid inexorably into its zenith, the shadows shrivelling to the feet of all that cast them, and as Rantel approached the hollow at the hem of the Twisted Woods he was treading in a pool of his own midnight.

Feet, Moon, Shadow, Shrivelling, Twisted

Gormenghast, that is, the main massing of the original stone, taken by itself would have displayed a certain ponderous architectural quality were it possible to have ignored the circumfusion of those mean dwellings that swarmed like an epidemic around it s Outer Walls.

Mean, Quality, Taken, Wall

His was not the hatred that arises suddenly like a storm and as suddenly abates. It was, once the initial shock of anger and pain was over, a calculated thing that grew in a bloodless way.

Abates, Bloodless, Calculated, Hatred, Pain, Storm

It was not certain what significance the ceremony held. . . but the formality was no less sacred for it being unintelligible

Ceremony, Certain, Sacred, Significance, Unintelligible

What is Time. . . That you speak of it so subserviently? Are we to be the slaves of the sun, that second-hand, overrated knob of gilt, or of his sister, that fatuous circle of silver paper? A curse upon their ridiculous dictatorship!

Circle, Circles, Fatuous, Hands, Paper, Time

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

Autumn, Bitterly, Fall, Falling, Leaves, Wind

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