“Stop a minute, Ambrose!" interrupted Master Nathaniel. "I've got a sudden silly whim that we should take an oath I must have… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
“What's the use of crying, and retching, and belching, all day long, like your lady downstairs? Life has its sad side, and… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
In [man's] mouth is ever the bittersweet taste of life and death, unknown to the trees. Without respite he is dragged by… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
“A class struggling to assert itself, to discover its true shape, which lies hidden, as does the statue in the marble, in… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
“It was as if the future were a treacly adhesive fluid that had been spilt all over the present, so that everything he touched… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
There is not a single homely thing that, looked at from a certain angle, does not become fairy. — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
“And there were ruined castles covered with ivy - the badge of the old order, clinging to its own; and into the ivy doves… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
“You should regard each meeting with a friend as a sitting he is unwillingly giving you for a portrait - a portrait that, probably,… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
“Stop a minute, Ambrose!" interrupted Master Nathaniel. "I've got a sudden silly whim that we should take an oath I must have read when… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
“The Written Word is a Fairy, as mocking and elusive as Willy Wisp, speaking lying words to us in a feigned voice. So let… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
“...it is never safe to classify the souls of one's neighbors; one is apt, in the long run, to be proved a fool. You… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
“As Master Nathaniel jogged leisurely along his thoughts turned to the Farmer Gibberty, who many a time must have jogged along this path, in… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
“...it is never safe to classify the souls of one's neighbors; one is apt, in the long run, to be proved a fool. You… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
“Besides, there was that foolish feeling of his that reality was not solid, and that facts were only plastic toys; or, rather, that they… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
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