No,′ she said; ‘I’d never marry again. I’ve got my two children and I want myself for them. I like you – I like all clever men, you more than any – but you know me well enough to know that I’d never marry a clever man – ’ She broke off suddenly.
Oh, Clara!′ Amory said; ’what a devil you could have been if the Lord had just bent your soul a little the other way!
When a girl comes out, she needs all the attention.
General Grant invented this kind of battle at Petersburg in sixty- five.” “No, he didn’t – he just invented mass butchery. This kind of battle was invented by Lewis Carroll and Jules Verne and whoever wrote Undine, and country deacons bowling and marraines in Marseilles and girls seduced in the back lanes of Wurtemburg and Westphalia. Why, this was a love battle – there was a century of middle-class love spent here. This was the last love battle.
Most of the remaining women were now having fights with men said to be their husbands.
When I hear a man proclaiming himself an “average, honest, open fellow,” I feel pretty sure that he has some definite and perhaps terrible abnormality which he has agreed to conceal – and his protestation of being average and honest and open is his way of reminding himself of his misprision.
His father had tried time and time again to have it changed to something with a little more push and verve about it, such as “Hades – Your Opportunity,” or else a plain “Welcome” sign set over a hearty handshake pricked out in electric lights.
Her cream-colored dress, alternately blue or gray as they walked, and.
People try so hard to believe in leaders now, pitifully hard. But we no sooner get a popular reformer or politician or soldier or writer or philosopher – a Roosevelt, a Tolstoi, a Wood, a Shaw, a Nietzsche, than the cross-currents of criticism wash him away.
You can take Hollywood for granted like I did, or you can dismiss it with the contempt we reserve for what we don’t understand. It.
I don’t like innuendo in these deafening English whispers.
Her fresh enthusiasm, her will to grow and learn, her endless faith in the inexhaustibility of romance, her courage and fundamental honesty – these things are not spoiled.
He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...
But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the washstand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor.
Roger Button’s silent agreement with himself to believe in his son’s normality.
She danced exceptionally well, drew cleverly but hastily, and had a startling facility with words, which she used only in love letters.
There were days when Amory resented that life had changed from an even progress along a road stretching ever in sight, with the scenery merging and blending, into a succession of quick, unrelated scenes...
The registrar pointed sternly to the door. ‘Get out,’ he said. ‘Get out of college and get out of town. You are a dangerous lunatic.
The unfortunate part is that the only men who interest me at all are the totally ineligible ones.
Sometimes when I’ve felt particularly radiant I’ve though, why should this be wasted on one man.