Formatting Tip: The Block Quote

Computer users often disagree about which operating system is best: Mac or PC. Oyler (2010) stated that one operating system is not better than the other, but that one may be better suited for different purposes than the other. She explained by saying that

Macs are often the best option for users who wish to work with video or picture manipulation. Macs are also very user friendly, which may benefit consumers who are new to computers. PCs, however, run Microsoft Office Suite the best. Therefore, students might find that a PC is their best option because it can run Microsoft Word and PowerPoint the smoothest. (Oyler, 2010, p. 48)

Conversely, Jones (2010) disagreed with the statement that Macs work with graphics such as video and pictures better than PCs, stating that PCs can be modified to work as well as Macs.

If there is in fact a qualitative difference between the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries, in the sense that the fifteenth had gradually to acquire by labour the insight into effects which was at the free disposal of the sixteenth, the (classic) art of the Cinquecento and the (baroque) art of the Seicento are equal in point of value. The word classic here denotes no judgment of value, for baroque has its classicism too.⁵

Or

If there is in fact a qualitative difference between the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries, in the sense that the fifteenth had gradually to acquire by labour the insight into effects which was at the free disposal of the sixteenth, the (classic) art of the Cinquecento and the (baroque) art of the Seicento are equal in point of value. The word classic here denotes no judgment of value, for baroque has its classicism too. (Wölfflin, 115)

In discussing the reasons for political disturbances Aristotle observes that

revolutions also break out . . .

“There is no safe trusting to dictionaries and definitions,” observed Charles Lamb.

We should more willingly fall in with this popular language, if we did not bind brutality sometimes awkwardly coupled with valour in the same vocabulary . . . has something in it wonderfully diverting. (“Popular Fallacies”, Essays of Elia)

“In short” says Crane, summarizing Gordon’s philosophy,

Starts a new topic:

“There is no safe trusting to dictionaries and definitions,” observed Charles Lamb.

We should more willingly fall in with this popular language, if we did not bind brutality sometimes awkwardly coupled with valour in the same vocabulary . . . has something in it wonderfully diverting. (“Popular Fallacies”, Essays of Elia)

Bischoff, however, states that . . .

In the aftermath of the hound sighting, Sherlock Holmes keeps his cool:

Sir Henry lay insensible where he had fallen. We tore away his collar, and Holmes breathed a prayer of gratitude when we saw that there was no sign of a wound and that the rescue had been in time. Already our friend’s eyelids shivered and he made a feeble effort to move. Lestrade thrust his brandy-flask between the baronet’s teeth, and two frightened eyes were looking up at us.

    “My God!” he whispered. “What was it? What, in heaven’s name, was it?”

    “It’s dead, whatever it is,” said Holmes. (Doyle 82)

OR strict adherence

    Sir Henry lay insensible where he had fallen. We tore away his collar, and Holmes breathed a prayer of gratitude when we saw that there was no sign of a wound and that the rescue had been in time. Already our friend’s eyelids shivered and he made a feeble effort to move. Lestrade thrust his brandy-flask between the baronet’s teeth, and two frightened eyes were looking up at us.

    “My God!” he whispered. “What was it? What, in heaven’s name, was it?”

    “It’s dead, whatever it is,” said Holmes. (Doyle 82)

OR first part is omitted

. . . where he had fallen. We tore away his collar, and Holmes breathed a prayer of gratitude when we saw that there was no sign of a wound and that the rescue had been in time. Already our friend’s eyelids shivered and he made a feeble effort to move. Lestrade thrust his brandy-flask between the baronet’s teeth, and two frightened eyes were looking up at us.

    “My God!” he whispered. “What was it? What, in heaven’s name, was it?”

    “It’s dead, whatever it is,” said Holmes. (Doyle 82)

The narrator then breaks in:

Imagine Bart’s surprise, dear reader, when Emma turned to him and said, contemptuously, “What ‘promise’?”

There was an Old Man with a beard,

Who said, ‘It is just as I feared!

Two Owls and a Hen,

Four Larks and a Wren,

Have all built their nests in my beard!

MARINERS. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!

BOATSWAIN. What, must our mouths be cold?

GONZALO. The king and prince at prayers! let’s assist them,
For our case is as theirs.

SEBASTIAN. I’m out of patience.

ANTONIO. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:

This wide-chapp’d rascal,—would thou mightst lie drowning

The washing of ten tides!

GONZALO. He’ll be hang’d yet,

Though every drop of water swear against it,

And gape at widest to glut him.

A confused noise within: “Mercy on us!”—“We split, we split!”—“Farewell my wife and children!”—“Farewell,

brother!”—“We split, we split, we split!” (1.5.3-14)

Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem “To John Oliver Killens in 1975” addresses another African American writer of the day:

John,

look at our mercy, the massiveness that it is not.

look at our “unity”, look at our

“black solidarity.”

Dim, dull, and dainty. (1-5)

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,

Assume this breaks onto another page.

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo

in the machinery of night, (9)

It is not until near the end of The Hound of the Baskervilles that the hound itself is actually seen:

A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen. Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles and dewlap were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish be conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke upon us out of the wall of fog. (Doyle 82)

In the aftermath of the hound sighting, Sherlock Holmes keeps his cool:

    Sir Henry lay insensible where he had fallen. We tore away his collar, and Holmes breathed a prayer of gratitude when we saw that there was no sign of a wound and that the rescue had been in time. Already our friend’s eyelids shivered and he made a feeble effort to move. Lestrade thrust his brandy-flask between the baronet’s teeth, and two frightened eyes were looking up at us.

    “My God!” he whispered. “What was it? What, in heaven’s name, was it?”

    “It’s dead, whatever it is,” said Holmes. (Doyle 82)

In the aftermath of the hound sighting, Sherlock Holmes keeps his cool:

. . . We tore away his collar, and Holmes breathed a prayer of gratitude when we saw that there was no sign of a wound and that the rescue had been in time. Already our friend’s eyelids shivered and he made a feeble effort to move. Lestrade thrust his brandy-flask between the baronet’s teeth, and two frightened eyes were looking up at us.

    “My God!” he whispered. “What was it? What, in heaven’s name, was it?”

    “It’s dead, whatever it is,” said Holmes. (Doyle 82)