What is the
world, O soldiers?
It is I
I, this
incessant snow,
This northern
sky;
Soldiers, this
solitude
Though which we
go
Is I.
– “Napoleon,” Walter de la Mare
One of the many
things I enjoyed about Richard Adams’s Watership
Down is that each of the 50 chapters is prefaced with a short quote from
some other literary piece. Some come
from works of fiction, others from encyclopaedic tomes. Shakespeare shows up a few times (such as “Cry
havoc and let slip the dogs of war” from Julius
Caesar …) , and there may be one or two snippets from other plays. Folk songs, philosophy, and scripture. A few poems, like the one above. Every preface has something someway to do
with thematic elements in the upcoming chapter.
As a
forty-something re-reading Adams’s book, I find myself familiar with perhaps a
third of them in other reading (both primary and secondary sources). But as a child of ten or so, reading Watership Down for the first time, I
remember being both mystically puzzled and incredibly curious as to the meaning
behind these prefaces. A feeling which
ultimately left me feeling quite inadequate.
Similar to in tone to my first baffling struggles, tongue poking out and
face scrunched up, to solve an adult crossword
puzzle. But through twenty or thirty
years of reading – and other literary explorations – the knowledge of these
authors and their works has, by some strange form of osmosis, become part of
me.
There were
perhaps a dozen or so of these prefaces I liked; this was one I read last night
so it is still fresh in my mind.
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