QUIZ KJV

From about 1620-1950 everyone knew the King James Bible. (And 'knew' in the sense of 'could quote it verbatim'.) When everyone knows something, everyone alludes to it. Here are a hundred examples: the challenge is to identify and quote the relevant chapter and verse. (Sometimes any one of several similar passages may be cited.) Passages marked [*] make more than one clearcut reference. Where a work is translated (or pre-1611) the KJV preserves the original reference.

6)
My mother had done her utmost to persuade me that I was capable of great achievements; but my father, who thought ambition was the surest road to ruin, and change but another word for destruction, would listen to no scheme for bettering either my own condition, or that of my fellow mortals. He assured me it was all rubbish, and exhorted me, with his dying breath, to continue in the good old way, to follow his steps, and those of his father before him, and let my highest ambition be to walk honestly through the world, looking neither to the right hand nor to the left, and to transmit the paternal acres to my children in, at least, as flourishing a condition as he left them to me.

— Anne Bronte, ‘The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall’

7)
“We were just talking about my new charge,” he observed genially, including in the “we” his somewhat depressed-looking listeners, who in all human probability had done none of the talking. “I was just telling them, and you may be interested to hear this — ”

Francesca, with Spartan stoicism, continued to wear an ingratiating smile, though the character of the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear and will not hearken, seemed to her at that moment a beautiful one.

— Saki, ‘The Unbearable Bassington’

8)
But this is conjecture. I am of the earth, earthy; I can only admire the radiance of such a rare creature, I cannot step into his shoes and enter into his inmost heart as I sometimes think I can do with persons more nearly allied to the common run of men.

— W. Somerset Maugham, ‘The Razor’s Edge’

9)
Why should Drax, a millionaire, a public hero, a man with a unique position in the country, why should this remarkable man cheat at cards? What could he achieve by it? What could he prove to himself? Did he think that he was so much a law unto himself, so far above the common herd and their puny canons of behaviour that he could spit in the face of public opinion?

— Ian Fleming, ‘Moonraker’

10)
Jim looked about the room curiously.

“You say your hair is gone?” he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

“You needn’t look for it,” said Della. “It’s sold, I tell you — sold and gone, too. It’s Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered,” she went on with sudden serious sweetness, “but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?”

— O. Henry, ‘The Gift of the Magi’

16)
DAWN, n. The time when men of reason go to bed. Certain old men prefer to rise at about that time, taking a cold bath and a long walk with an empty stomach, and otherwise mortifying the flesh. They then point with pride to these practices as the cause of their sturdy health and ripe years; the truth being that they are hearty and old, not because of their habits, but in spite of them. The reason we find only robust persons doing this thing is that it has killed all the others who have tried it.

— Ambrose Bierce, ‘Devil’s Dictionary’

17)
M. Vido has never shewn since he was paid his wages — the coolest thing he has done yet.
Antonio reigns triumphant.
Can any good thing come out of the embassy?

— Florence Nightingale, Letter (1855)

18)
Small, podgy and at best middle-aged, he was by appearance one of London’s meek who do not inherit the earth. His legs were short, his gait anything but agile, his dress costly, ill-fitting and extremely wet. His overcoat, which had a hint of widowhood about it, was of that black, loose weave which is designed to retain moisture.

— John le Carré, ‘Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy’

19)
— Why? Stephen answered himself. Because the theme of the false or the usurping or the adulterous brother or all three in one is to Shakespeare, what the poor are not, always with him.

— James Joyce, ‘Ulysses’

20)
By and by Chaney came out of the bedroom with his rifle. He said he had been cheated and was going back to the barroom and get his money. Papa said if he had been cheated then they had best go talk to the law about it. Chaney would not listen. Papa followed him outside and told him to surrender the rifle as he was in no fit state to start a quarrel with a gun in his hand. My father was not armed at that time.

Tom Chaney raised his rifle and shot him in the forehead, killing him instantly. There was no more provocation than that and I tell it as it was told to me by the high sheriff of Sebastian County. Some people might say, well, what business was it of Frank Ross to meddle? My answer is this: he was trying to do that short devil a good turn. Chaney was a tenant and Papa felt responsibility. He was his brother’s keeper. Does that answer your question?

— Charles Portis, ‘True Grit’

26)
There is intoxication to be found in a crowd. For it is good to be one of many all doing the same thing — good whatever the thing may be, whether singing hymns, watching a football match, or applauding the eternal truths of politicians. Anything will serve as an excuse. It matters not in whose name your two or three thousand are gathered together; what is important is the process of gathering.

— Aldous Huxley, ‘Democratic Art’

27)
Major Major submitted meekly to Milo’s tugging and cowered in disgrace at his private table throughout the whole meal. The food was ashes in his mouth, but he swallowed every mouthful rather than risk offending any of the men connected with its preparation.

— Joseph Heller, ‘Catch-22’

28)
He still seemed absorbed in himself, and for a moment or two I studied his face with an attention I had never, since I had known him, given it. I had always thought it commonplace, as I had thought him commonplace, so far as I had thought at all about either. It had always rather irritated me by an excess of candour and boyishness. These qualities it had kept, but the scales were falling from my eyes, and I saw others.

— Erskine Childers, ‘The Riddle of the Sands’

29)
‘A Scanner Darkly’

— Philip K. Dick

30)
Babbitt cried, “See you later, boys,” and hastened across the lobby. He was, just then, neither the sulky child of the sleeping-porch, the domestic tyrant of the breakfast table, the crafty money-changer of the Lyte-Purdy conference, nor the blaring Good Fellow, the Josher and Regular Guy, of the Athletic Club. He was an older brother to Paul Riesling, swift to defend him, admiring him with a proud and credulous love passing the love of women. Paul and he shook hands solemnly; they smiled as shyly as though they had been parted three years, not three days — and they said:
“How’s the old horse-thief?”
“All right, I guess. How’re you, you poor shrimp?”
“I’m first-rate, you second-hand hunk o’ cheese.”

— Sinclair Lewis, ‘Babbitt’

36)
Despite the fact that she was permanently teetering on the edge of bankruptcy, Clemence Dance, known to her friends as Winifred, was the richest human being I have ever known.

The normal dread that we mortals harbored — that we would not be able to earn enough to fill our stomachs, to care for our dependants, or to pay for any prescribed drugs we might need — never entered into Winifred’s head. If her bills remained unopened, so did the check she earned remain uncashed; she did not regard money as filthy lucre — she just did not have the faintest idea what it was.

— David Niven, ‘Bring On The Empty Horses’

37)
She turned smilingly to Venters. "You will come in, Bern, and Lassiter will come in. We'll eat and be merry while we may."

— Zane Grey, 'Riders of the Purple Sage'

38)
Then, beside the plate-basket, Miss Pettingill never stirred without Tom, her tortoiseshell cat. Tom was a beauty, and knew his power; he ruled Miss Pettingill with a rod of iron, and always sat in the rocking-chair when there was one. It was no matter where *she* sat, Miss Pettingill told people, but Tom was delicate, and must be made comfortable.

— Susan Coolidge, ‘What Katy Did’

39)
Ah, tinkling cymbal and high-sounding brass
Smitten in vain! such music cannot charm
The eclipse that intercepts truth’s heavenly beam,
And chills and darkens a wide-wandering soul.
The still small voice is wanted.

— William Cowper, ‘The Task’ [*]

40)
Several years passed. Both Manor-house and cottage were deserted. The young Squire lived far away under the direction of his guardians. There were inroads of wool and corn into the sitting-rooms of the Hall; and there was some low talk, from time to time, among the hinds and country people whether it would not be as well to break into old Bridget’s cottage, and save such of her goods as were left from the moth and rust which must be making sad havoc. But this idea was always quenched by the recollection of her strong character and passionate anger; and tales of her masterful spirit, and vehement force of will, were whispered about, till the very thought of offending her, by touching any article of hers, became invested with a kind of horror: it was believed that, dead or alive, she would not fail to avenge it.

— Elizabeth Gaskell, ‘The Poor Clare’

46)
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

— Laurence Binyon, ‘For the Fallen’

47)
Shakespeare sinned greatly against current morality, but he loved greatly. Milton’s sins were petty by comparison, but his lack of love, for all his rhetorical championship of love against lust, makes him detestable.

— Robert Graves, ‘Milton’

48)
When I am dead, I hope it may be said:
His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

— Hilaire Belloc

49)
‘Vile Bodies’

— Evelyn Waugh

50)
Oh, how weary I grew. How I writhed, and yawned, and nodded, and revived! How I pinched and pricked myself, and rubbed my eyes, and stood up, and sat down again, and nudged Joseph to inform me if he would ever have done. I was condemned to hear all out: finally, he reached the “First of the Seventy-First.” At that crisis, a sudden inspiration descended on me; I was moved to rise and denounce Jabez Branderham as the sinner of the sin that no Christian need pardon.

“Sir,” I exclaimed, “sitting here within these four walls, at one stretch, I have endured and forgiven the four hundred and ninety heads of your discourse. Seventy times seven times have I plucked up my hat and been about to depart — Seventy times seven times have you preposterously forced me to resume my seat. The four hundred and ninety-first is too much. Fellow-martyrs, have at him! Drag him down, and crush him to atoms, that the place which knows him may know him no more!”

“Thou art the Man!” cried Jabez, after a solemn pause, leaning over his cushion. “Seventy times seven times didst thou gapingly contort thy visage — seventy times seven did I take counsel with my soul — Lo, this is human weakness: this also may be absolved! The First of the Seventy-First is come. Brethren, execute upon him the judgment written. Such honour have all His saints!”

— Emily Bronte, ‘Wuthering Heights’

56)
“You are quite a reformed character these days, El-ahrairah,” said Prince Rainbow. “If you are not careful, people will begin to trust you. Since I was passing by, I thought I would just stop to thank you for your kindness in looking after Husfa. He seems quite at home with you.”

“Yes, he does, doesn’t he?” said El-ahrairah. “We grow in beauty side by side; we fill one hole with glee. But I always say to my people, ‘Put not your trust in princes, nor in any — ’”

“Well, El-ahrairah,” said Prince Rainbow, interrupting him, “I am sure I can trust *you*.”

— Richard Adams, ‘Watership Down’

57)
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.

— Bob Dylan, ‘The Times They Are A-Changing’

58)
Always she was the princess in exile, who in time of famine was to have her breakfast-roll made of the finest-bolted flour from the seven thin ears of wheat, and in a general decampment was to have her silver fork kept out of the baggage. How was this to be accounted for?

— George Eliot, ‘Daniel Deronda’

59)
The throwing overboard of free will is commonly denounced on the ground that it subverts morality and makes of religion a mocking. Such pious objections, of course, are foreign to logic, but nevertheless it may be well to give a glance to this one.

— H. L. Mencken, ‘Damn! A Book Of Calumny’

60)
In ‘Nature’ for September 7, 1876, there was published, with the engraved portrait by Jeans, in the series of “Scientific Worthies”, an account of Lord Kelvin, then Sir William Thomson, and of the scientific work, extending then over more than thirty years, by which he had rendered himself illustrious in physical science. Thirty-one years have elapsed since that appreciation was written, and now we have to mourn that this life of wonderful activity has come to its natural close. At the ripe age of eighty-three, as full of honours as of years, Lord Kelvin has passed away. To say that his eye was not dimmed, nor his natural force abated, would be scarcely strictly true, yet he retained to the last the exercise of his intellectual powers. The vigour and keenness with which he entered into the discussions at the British Association meeting at Leicester in August last were truly remarkable at his advanced age. It was in the course of making experiments in a corridor in his country house, Netherhall, Largs, that he contracted the chill which brought about the fatal end.

— ‘Nature’, 26th December, 1907

66)
Scientists, statisticians, actuaries, all those men who place numbers above hunches, figures above feelings, facts above possibilities, the normal above the phenomenal, will tell you that the life span of the average man is, and will remain, approximately the same as the life span of the average woman. This is because, with their eyes on the average, they fail to discern the significant. The significant is never, to begin with, larger than a man’s hand, and sometimes it is no larger than a hole in a dyke — or a three-line item in the New York Times.

— James Thurber, ‘Women Go On For Ever’

67)
The presence that thus rose so strangely beside the waters, is expressive of what in the ways of a thousand years men had come to desire. Hers is the head upon which all ‘the ends of the world are come’, and the eyelids are a little weary.

— Walter Pater, ‘The Renaissance: Leonardo da Vinci’

68)
I am occupied principally with a cold just now, and the dear creature will have so much attention that my time slips away amazingly. It has heard so much of New Englanders, of their kind attentions to strangers, that it’s come all the way from the Alps to determine the truth of the tale. It says the half wasn’t told it, and I begin to be afraid it wasn’t.

— Emily Dickinson, Letter

69)
He heard the door open, but did not stir himself to look. He had turned his face to the wall, literally and metaphorically.

— Josephine Tay, ‘The Daughter of Time’

70)
There is a little talk about Mr Dombey, but very little. It is chiefly speculation as to how long he has known that this was going to happen. Cook says shrewdly, “Oh a long time, bless you! Take your oath of that.” And reference being made to Mr Perch, he confirms her view of the case. Somebody wonders what he’ll do, and whether he’ll go out in any situation. Mr Towlinson thinks not, and hints at a refuge in one of them genteel almshouses of the better kind. “Ah, where he’ll have his little garden, you know,” says Cook plaintively, “and bring up sweet peas in the spring.” “Exactly so,” says Mr Towlinson, “and be one of the Brethren of something or another.” “We are all brethren,” says Mrs Perch, in a pause of her drink. “Except the sisters,” says Mr Perch. “How are the mighty fallen!” remarks Cook. “Pride shall have a fall, and it always was and will be so!” observes the housemaid.

— Charles Dickens, ‘Dombey and Son’ [*]

76)
“Jealous, am I?” he said. “And why not? Oh, yes, I’m jealous of Ashley Wilkes. Why not? Oh, don’t try to talk and explain. I know you’ve been physically faithful to me. Was that what you were trying to say? Oh, I’ve known that all along. All these years. How do I know? Oh, well, I know Ashley Wilkes and his breed. I know he is honorable and a gentleman. And that, my dear, is more than I can say for you — or for me, for that matter. We are not gentlemen and we have no honor, have we? That’s why we flourish like green bay trees.”

— Margaret Mitchell, ‘Gone With The Wind’

77)
And the fourth of the demon-kids, Zorro or Azorro, was a mean-green-deme. He could do it all. He could levitate whole buildings for a sign and a wonder. He would lift up and reshuffle the houses and pads of the people so that when they came out of them (whenever they did bestir themselves to come out), they might find themselves in different streets or even in different towns.

— R. A. Lafferty, ‘Horns On Their Heads’ [*]

78)
Well, where’s the blood, then, Drake? You’re used to blood, you’d like to know. Well, you’ve heard of casting bread upon the waters, Drake, and having it return — but never yet, I’ll vow, of casting blood upon the streets — and having it run away — and then come back to you!

— Thomas Wolfe, ‘The Hollow Men’

79)
The same unquestionable proof of loyalty could be found in no less than forty members of the kitchen who, like the Grey Scrubbers, recognizing the bottle as the true medium through which to externalize their affection for the family of Groan, were seeing visions and dreaming dreams.

— Mervyn Peake, ‘Titus Groan’

80)
It was a strange way to come to the end of everything, like that, in that quiet bungalow by the peaceful Thames, with the first mists of the evening coming up from the river like tired clouds drifted down from heaven, and the light softening over the cool, quiet garden. That place had seen so much of their enjoyment, so much comradeship and careless laughter. They had been lovely and pleasant in their lives... He wished his leg wasn’t giving him such hell. But that would be over soon. And there must be many worse ways of saying farewell to so full a life. It was something to have heard the sound of the trumpet. And the game would go on. It seemed as if the shadows of the peaceful evening outside were the foreshadowings of a great peace over all the world.

— Leslie Charteris, ‘The Saint Closes The Case’

86)
Darkness and silence ruled everywhere around. Above them rose the primaeval yews and oaks of The Chase, in which there poised gentle roosting birds in their last nap; and about them stole the hopping rabbits and hares. But, might some say, where was Tess’s guardian angel? where was the providence of her simple faith? Perhaps, like that other god of whom the ironical Tishbite spoke, he was talking, or he was pursuing, or he was in a journey, or he was sleeping and not to be awaked.

— Thomas Hardy, ‘Tess of the D’Urbervilles’

87)
What we want are unpractical people who see beyond the moment, and think beyond the day. Those who try to lead the people can only do so by following the mob. It is through the voice of one crying in the wilderness that the ways of the gods must be prepared.

— Oscar Wilde, 'The Critic As Artist'

88)
The debt was repaid tenfold, twentyfold, in the frightful routine bombardment of German cities, which grew in intensity as our air-power developed, as the bombs became far heavier and the explosives more powerful. Certainly the enemy got it back in good measure, pressed down and running over. Alas for poor humanity!

— Winston Churchill, ‘The Second World War’

89)
In the settlements he will not be seen again; in eyes of old companions tears may start at some chance thing that speaks of him; but they never look for him, nor call; they know he will not come. Suns and seasons fleet; the tiger-lily blows and falls; babes are born and leap in their mothers’ arms; but, the Indian-hater is good as gone to his long home, and “Terror” is his epitaph.

— Herman Melville, ‘The Confidence Man’

90)
Someone barked an order. The monks began climbing again. Soon they were all inside the ship.

The last monk, upon entering, paused in the lock. He stood in the open hatchway and took off his sandals. “Sic transit mundus,” he murmured, looking back at the glow. He slapped the soles of his sandals together, beating the dirt out of them. The glow was engulfing a third of the heavens. He scratched his beard, took one last look at the ocean, then stepped back and closed the hatch.

There came a blur, a glare of light, a high thin whining sound, and the starship thrust itself heavenward.

— Walter Miller, ‘A Canticle For Leibowitz’

96)
‘Ladies — boys and gentlemen — we have all listened with interest to the remarks of our friend here who forgot to shave this morning — I don’t know his name, but then he didn’t know mine — Fitz-Wattle, I mean, absolutely absurd — which squares things up a bit — and we are all sorry that the Reverend What-ever-he-was-called should be dying of adenoids, but after all, here today, gone tomorrow, and all flesh is as grass, and what not, but that wasn’t what I wanted to say. What I wanted to say was this — and I say it confidently — without fear of contradiction — I say, in short, I am happy to be here on this auspicious occasion and I take much pleasure in kindly awarding the prizes, consisting of the handsome books you see laid out on that table. As Shakespeare says, there are sermons in books, stones in the running brooks, or rather, the other way about, and there you have it in a nutshell.’

— P. G. Wodehouse, ‘Right Ho, Jeeves’

97)
‘The Seven Pillars Of Wisdom’

— T. E. Lawrence

98)
As to all that grew out of his Reformation afterwards, good and bad, which can at present be almost counted up, — who would be naive enough to praise or blame Luther simply on account of these results? He is innocent of all; he knew not what he did.

— Friedrich Nietzsche, ‘The Gay Science’

99)
Fear no more the heat o’ th’ sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages.
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

— William Shakespeare, ‘Cymbeline’

100)
I think about swimming with him into the cave at Portugese Bend, about the swell of clear water, the way it changed, the swiftness and power it gained as it narrowed through the rocks at the base of the point. The tide had to be just right. We had to be in the water at the very moment the tide was right. We could only have done this a half dozen times at most during the two years we lived there but it is what I remember. Each time we did it I was afraid of missing the swell, hanging back, timing it wrong. John never was. You had to feel the swell change. You had to go with the change. He told me that. No eye is on the sparrow but he did tell me that.

— Joan Didion, ‘The Year of Magical Thinking’

87 - perhaps Isaiah 40?

52 Better is bread with a happy heart, than wealth with vexation. Wisdom of Amenemope

60 - Kelvin is compared to Moses, as described in Deuteronomy 34:7.

It's my understanding that "nor his natural force abated" is a polite way of saying "he could still function in bed".

Great post anon. Is this from somewhere? I couldn't find it off of a brief search -- there's a lot of random garbage "quizzes" that pop up and ctrl+f only came up with this thread

78 - Ecclesiastes 11, casting your bread upon the waters.

Anyone seen a dozen or so soggy English muffins headed this way:?

It is over for my semantic processing. I can't make sense out of any of this.