Gerald Bullett
British novelist, essayist, short story writer, critic and poet (1893-1958)
Gerald Bullett (30 December 1893 – 3 January 1958) was a novelist, essayist, short story writer, critic and poet.
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Quotes
edit- It is possible, in the interests of a false religion (such as Nationalism or Fascism) to avert one's eyes from the plain fact of human brotherhood; but the fact stubbornly remains, and we ignore it at our peril. We are all in the same boat, and we live in the shadow of a common doom.
- Gerald Bullett, "Walt Whitman", in Alfred Barratt Brown, Great Democrats, 1934 (reprinted by Spokesman Books, 2013).
- My Lord Archbishop, what a scold you are!
And when your man is down, how bold you are!
Of charity how oddly scant you are!
How Lang O Lord, how full of Cantuar!
- Bullett's poem criticising Cosmo Gordon Lang for his speech on Edward VIII's abdictation. Quoted in Ross McKibben, Classes and Cultures 1918–51, (2000), Oxford University Press, also in Anthony Jay, Lend Me Your Ears:Oxford Dictionary of Political Quotations,(2010), Oxford University Press.
- Patient, dramatic, serious, genial,
From over to over the game goes on,
Weaving a pattern of hardy perennial,
Civilisation under the sun.- Village Cricket in News from the Village (1952)
