The Glory of English Prose - Letters to My Grandson by Stephen Coleridge
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[Footnote 1: King's Own Yorkshire Light Infantry.] 2 MY DEAR ANTONY, I alluded, in my first letter to you about English literature, to the necessity of your learning from the beginning the wide distinction between what is good and what is bad style. I do not know a better instance of a display of the difference between what is fine style and what is not, than may be made by putting side by side almost any sentence from the old authorised translation of the Bible and the same sentence from _The Bible in Modern Speech_. I will just put two quotations side by side:-- "Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: and yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these." "Learn a lesson from the wild lilies. Watch their growth. They neither toil nor spin, and yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his magnificence could array himself like one of these." |
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