“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 I was a youngster in some old book... the words have suddenly come back to me.… — 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
“It was not so much a modification of the darkness, as a sigh of relief, a slight relaxing of tension, so that one felt… — 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 we must… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
“Let a thing be but a sort of punctual surprise, like the first cache of violets in March, let it be delicate, painted and… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
