"This war has begun in darkness and it will end in silence."

Urquhart, you're excused.

Fritz:

That almost sounds like it could be a part of the King's spech on Vietnam.

I just picked up Turtledove's "Into Darkness" and will start that after "The Tin Drum." Possibilities there.

There is also Conrad's "Heart of Darkness."

"Yoda"

Probably off by a mile.

He was from Gr. Britain, I know that.

Literary.

Wilfred Owen?
Gerard M. Hopkins?
WH Auden?

- I was talking to him the other day.

It shouldn't have been necessary to spell out that the contest was for the living only. We dead have all become, so to speak, one another, which gives us an unfair advantage.

Unless it's a girl. If it's a girl I'll name her Rabeka.

monsieur, giving out the author's initials very much keeps this contest going.

Furthermore, monsieur, I waited quite some time before answering and it was getting embarrassing watching the living try to not deal with you, but act deferential nonetheless.

Besides - exactly how many do you think here these days could answer such a question? I doubt you could even google the answer.

P.S. I actually moved in my grave yesterday.

to a guess, anyway---Evelyn Waugh, one of my personal faves. Not that I'd disagree with Fritz's "genius" label for Waugh, in his sphere anyway, but that word makes me wonder if I'm wrong nevertheless.

The work has never been adapted for television. If they perchance did hear its title, they'd no doubt assume it referred to this.

I am so sorry to hear of signs of your revivification, madame. Death becomes you, more so than others. It's sad to think of your cheeks exchanging their exquisite pallor for the blowzy gleam of self-deluding life.

Abraham Lincoln?