Literary notes about Clash (AI summary)
In literature, clash is a versatile term that carries both literal and figurative weights, vividly conveying the collision of opposites. In epic narratives and historical chronicles, it often depicts the resounding impact of arms in battle, the clamor of warriors’ weapons, or the jolt of physical forces meeting one another ([1], [2], [3], [4]). At the same time, clash extends into the realm of metaphor by describing conflicts of ideas, principles, or emotions, as when differing opinions battle for dominance or when inherent contradictions simmer beneath the surface of human relationships ([5], [6], [7]). Authors also harness its sonic quality to evoke abrupt disruptions or to punctuate the rhythm of a scene, whether through the sharp ring of a closing gate or the resonant tones of a musical instrument ([8], [9]).
- Not long was macRoth there when he heard something: A rush and a crash and a clatter and a clash.
— from The Ancient Irish Epic Tale Táin Bó Cúalnge - At the end of the street there was a significant clash of arms.
— from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo - And encountering each other with blows hard as the clash of two masses of granite, the lists rang with the sounds of their combat.
— from The Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, Volume 1 - With horrid shouts they circle round the slain; The clash of armour rings o'er all the plain.
— from The Iliad by Homer - In disputes we like to see the clash of opinions, but not at all to contemplate truth when found.
— from Pascal's Pensées by Blaise Pascal - ; than that their wills should clash with their understandings, and their appetites cross their duty.
— from An Essay Concerning Humane Understanding, Volume 1 by John Locke - The absolute moralist, on the other hand, when his interests clash with the world, is not free to gain harmony by sacrificing the ideal interests.
— from The Will to Believe, and Other Essays in Popular Philosophy by William James - The gate shuts upon its spring with a clash, and he leaves her passing on into the dark shade of some trees.
— from Bleak House by Charles Dickens - It is a hand-piano rather, of a loud and cheerful voice, whose Eurasian harmonies are enlivened by a frequent clash of bells.
— from All About Coffee by William H. Ukers
