Frases de James Branch Cabell
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James Branch Cabell fue un escritor estadounidense de ficción y fantasía. Cabell fue muy reconocido por sus contemporáneos, incluyendo a H. L. Mencken, Edmund Wilson y Sinclair Lewis, considerando su obra como "escapista" y volviéndose popular en la década de los veinte. Para Cabell, la veracidad era "el único pecado imperdonable, no solo contra el arte, sino contra la raza humana en general."[1]​

El interés en su obra empezó a decaer en los años treinta, hecho que fue atribuido al abandono del escritor de la temática fantástica, para abordar temas más realistas. Wikipedia  

✵ 14. abril 1879 – 5. mayo 1958
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James Branch Cabell: Frases en inglés

“In Philistia to make literature and to make trouble for yourself are synonyms,… the tumblebug explained.”

I know, for already we of Philistia have been pestered by three of these makers of literature. Yes, there was Edgar, whom I starved and hunted until I was tired of it: then I chased him up a back alley one night, and knocked out those annoying brains of his. And there was Walt, whom I chivvied and battered from place to place, and made a paralytic of him: and him, too, I labelled offensive and lewd and lascivious and indecent. Then later there was Mark, whom I frightened into disguising himself in a clown's suit, so that nobody might suspect him to be a maker of literature: indeed, I frightened him so that he hid away the greater part of what he had made until after he was dead, and I could not get at him. That was a disgusting trick to play on me, I consider. Still, these are the only three detected makers of literature that have ever infested Philistia, thanks be to goodness and my vigilance, but for both of which we might have been no more free from makers of literature than are the other countries.…
The Judging of Jurgen (1920)

“Thus he labors, and loudly they jeer at him; — That is, when they remember he still exists. Who. you ask, is this fellow?”

What matter names?
He is only a scribbler who is content.
"Auctorial Induction"
The Certain Hour (1916)

“Nothing ... nothing in the universe, is of any importance, or is authentic to any serious sense, except the illusions of romance. For man alone of animals plays the ape to his dreams. These axioms — poor, deaf and blinded spendthrift!”

are none the less valuable for being quoted.
The Gander, in Book Seven : What Saraïde Wanted, Ch. XLV : The Gander Also Generalizes
The Silver Stallion (1926)