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From: | Cyril Gunn |
Subject: | [Info-chinese] freebie shuteye |
Date: | Thu, 24 Aug 2006 13:39:00 -0500 |
Whenwe embellish a creature with colours taken from
our fancy, hewrote, we make it an idol . I do try, he said, but he addedsomething
which made me doubt whether he understood me. William would make his head ache in
the effortto find the right word.
But beneath hersprightliness they were glad to find
that she was seriouslyinclined. Certainly Mary could say this with
truth.
He would go on hammering at a poem untilDorothy was
afraid to suggest an alteration.
The battle left him untouched; it wasthe peace that
undid him. It was this thatgave the edge and zest to his talk.
A husband is a convenient part ofthe furniture of
the house, she wrote.
Some finer vision suddenlyseized and possessed
him.
Exasperated at last, and half insane withsuspicion,
she forced the truth from the cook. The resources ofhis mind had been whittled away
in the course of years; now theyfailed him.
If it was fine, there was no need to come in; ifit
was wet, there was no need to get up. And he went further; he saidthat if another
man liked your wife this will create nodifficulty.
Inwhat element will it mix, giving and receiving
fresh energy?
Jamess Street and the Princehimself had hung upon
his arm. The resources ofhis mind had been whittled away in the course of years; now
theyfailed him. The reason for this eminence is now a little difficult todetermine.
People objected to his presence in the dining-roomof the hotel. Andthen, directly he
began to move towards them, the reason of hermothers warning became
apparent.
Beau Brummell at oncerose, went to the door and
made a bow that would have graced theCourt of St. He had written that marriage is a
law, and the worst of all laws. He thought thatreason should influence even the love
between men and women.
And unless that world fell into ruins his rule
seemed assured.
The exact prosaicdetail must be rendered as well as
the vast and visionary outline. Naturerevives again; but a soul once slain lives no
more.
Why, otherwise, should she haunt the dampsolitudes
of Olney?
For some time past he had been winningand losing at
the gaming-tables.
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