The single greatest thing written by anyone, ever

In this thread on the Great Gatsby, ForumBot writes

While I agree with the sentiment, FB identifies the wrong Gatsby quote as greatest thing ever. That is clearly this (from memory, so blame any infelicities on me):

Now that is the greatest thing ever written…or so it seems to me. Anybody want to name something else?

Try to keep it to under a paragraph.

I keep coming across passages that make me think similar absolutes whenever I read another Halldor Laxness book. I don’t have any with me right now, but I’ll try to find some passages to quote here.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure dome Decree
Where Alph the sacred river ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

No question.

I would find that writing a little more powerful if the man that wrote it was not a total fucking hypocrite.

shrug I didn’t know him personally, so the words are disconnected from the man, for the most part.

Don’t hijack this great idea for a thread.

We’ve done the Jefferson thing a thousand times. And you’re wrong.

The Street of Crocodiles

On Amazon, none of the reviews are below 4 stars… and that’s only one of them! The rest are all 5 stars. There’s a reason.

Chapters 38-41 of the Book of Job - The King James Version.

I was totally going to say that but then I thought we were talking about things from books.

This is the most eloquent expression of an opinion on government ever formed.

IMHO, the greatest thing written by anyone, ever came in four parts.

This.

Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address, including:

Simply extraordinary.

The political speeches etc quoted above may be fine thoughts but I don’t know that I’d call them particularly well written. Jefferson’s in particular seems quite turgid to me.

Compared to other political writings of the time, The Declaration of Independence flows like butter.

A description of a hangover, from Lucky Jim, by Kingsley Amis.

“This is John Galt speaking…”

Just kidding.

Alexandr Solzhenitsyn (from memory, so probably inaccurate in parts)

“If only there were evil men somewhere, doing evil things, and it were only necessary to destroy them. But the line between good and evil cuts through the heart of every man, and who can destroy his own heart?”

Also from Gatsby:

One autumn night, five years before, they had been walking down the street when the leaves were falling, and they came to a place where there were no trees and the sidewalk was white with moonlight. They stopped here and turned toward each other. Now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes of the year. The quiet lights in the houses were humming out into the darkness and there was a stir and bustle among the stars. Out of the corner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalk really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees—he could climb into it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder.

His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

The explanation of Catch-22, from the novel.