“How can Nancy know her own mind when she has not got one? She is a dear, sweet girl, and I was devoted to her am devoted to her but she has no mind. It was I who was to… — Edward Verrall Lucas Copy Share Image
“I walked back by way of the sea-lions' enclosure to refresh my eyes with the King Penguin's perfect ecclesiastical tailoring. He was pacing moodily about as usual, in what one felt to be the interval between a marriage ceremony and a funeral service. Much better, I thought, to have left the 2000 a year to him. No harm would then… — Edward Verrall Lucas Copy Share
“What is it like in the air?” I once asked him. “Ripping," he said. “But the sensations?” I continued. “How do you feel?" “Ripping,"… — Edward Verrall Lucas Copy Share Image
“How can Nancy know her own mind when she has not got one? She is a dear, sweet girl, and I was devoted to… — Edward Verrall Lucas Copy Share Image
“To-day well, my Utopia, if ever I framed one, would be a land where the laws demanded that people should be vicious. Then one… — Edward Verrall Lucas Copy Share Image
