And for the first time in four months aroused his old version and horror towards all the business of life. The room had grown smothery. He wanted to be out in some cool and bitter breeze, miles above the cities, and to live serene and detached back in the corners of his mind.
In fact, I once imagined you loved me a little bit, if you’ll excuse the presumption.
Is your generation so soft that they talk of going to pieces if life doesn’t always present itself in terms of beautiful, easy decisions?
You used to say a man knows things and when he stops knwing things he’s like anybody else, and the thing is to get power before he stops knowing things.
I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.
Which are you?” “I’m feline. So are you. So are most Southern men an’ most of these girls.
A mile from the sea, where pines give way to dusty poplars, is an isolated railroad stop, whence one June morning in 1925 a victoria brought a woman and her daughter down to Gausse’s Hotel. The mother’s face was of a fading prettiness that.
She’s got an indiscreet voice,’ I remarked. ‘It’s full of – – ‘ I hesitated. ‘Her voice is full of money,’ he said suddenly.
But I believe you are absolutely incapable of jealousy except as hurt vanity.
His voice promised that he would take care of her, and that a little later he would open up whole new worlds for her, unroll an endless succession of magnificent possibilities.
He felt that to succeed here the idea of success must grasp and limit his mind.
There was never any doubt at whom he was looking or talking – and this is a flattering attention, for who looks at us?
Faces swirled about him, a kaleidoscope of girls, ugly, ugly as sin- too fat, too lean, yet floating upon this autumn air as upon their own warm passionate breaths poured out into the night. Here, for all their vulgarity, he thought, they were faintly and subtly mysterious.
Silence! I am about to unburden myself of many memorable remarks reserved for the darkness of such earths and the brilliance of such skies.
No one cares about us but ourselves, Anthony,” she said one day. “It’d be ridiculous for me to go about pretending I felt any obligations toward the world, and as for worrying what people think about me, I simply don’t, that’s all.
Reform won’t catch up to the needs of civilization unless it’s made to.
Let’s build a town where.
Life stood over me like an immoral schoolmistress, editing my ordered thoughts. But, with a mistaken faith in intelligence, I plodded on.
I did not think- I was a battleground for the thoughts of many men; rather was I one of those desirable but impotent countries over which the great powers surge back and forth.
She was sorry, and rather revolted at his dirty hands, but she laughed in a well-bred way, as though it were nothing unusual to her to watch a man walking in a slow dream.