Then it was that there came into my head the first of the mad notions that contributed so much to saving our lives.
I feel very strongly about putting questions; it partakes too much of the style of the day of judgment.
Thems that die’ll be the lucky ones.
I often think the happiest consequences seem to follow when a gentelman consults his lawyer, and takes all the law allows him.
He was in that humour when a man will cut off his nose to spite his face.
Alas! in the clothes of the greatest potentate, what is there but a man?
Call up your vermin to your back, sir, and fall on! The sooner the clash begins, the sooner ye’ll taste this steel throughout your vitals.
And he took another swallow of the brandy, shaking his great fair head like a man who looks forward to the worst.
But what is the black spot, captain?
The captain has said too much or he has said too little, and I’m bound to say that I require an explanation of his words.
The workpeople, to be sure, were most annoyingly slow, but time cured that.
For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilization, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints.
Hosts loved to detain the dry lawyer, when the light-hearted and loose-tongued had already their foot on the threshold; they liked to sit awhile in his unobtrusive company, practicing for solitude, sobering their minds in the man’s rich silence after the expense and strain of gaiety.
Sometimes the isle was thick with savages, with whom we fought, sometimes full of dangerous animals that hunted us, but in all my fancies nothing occurred to me so strange as our actual adventures.
I cannot tell if I was more tired or more grateful. Both at least, I was: tired as I never was before that night; and grateful to Gd as I trust I have been often, though never with more cause.
You may lay to that.
The veil of self-indulgence was rent from head to foot. I saw my life as a whole.
And ‘Oh man!’ quo he, ’am I no a bonny fighter?
This, as I take it, was because all human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil: and Edward Hyde, alone in the ranks of mankind, was pure evil.
His affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the object.