It’s impossible to read The Poison Belt, written in 1913, and not see in its exterminating vision a shadow of the coming war that would, only slightly less effectively, destroy Conan Doyle’s world. — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share Image
It’s impossible to read The Poison Belt, written in 1913, and not see in its exterminating vision a shadow of the coming war that… — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“I didn't understand her being gone, either. I had seen her fall. Now her part of any conversation would always be unsaid, and the… — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“This was how people were able to do things when they didn't want to - they made themselves feel something else, like anger, more… — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“but a man did not acquire so much gold brocade without learning to swallow his own desire” — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“each man braces his fear against his love. What you love may change. But if you love still, your fear remains” — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“There are so many ways to tell time-one way with clocks and watches and sunsets, or other ways with how many times a person… — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“She did not especially appreciate children either, but could be kind to them when they were silent.” — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“When they find what they don't like , they destroy it. Because it scares them-and you girls would scare them as much as anything… — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“Did not pleasure depend on an architecture of perspective--on contrast and delay, withholding and loss? Did not true enjoyment rely in facing the future?” — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“First you say I am a murderer - an agent in league against you - and now I am a deluded heartsick girl! Pray… — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“Despite himself he scoffed—a staccato bark of saliva—at the very notion of ladders.” — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“Chang believed that learning was dangerous and best suited for private contemplation, not something to put in the service of the highest bidder- as… — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“Is thinking small?" asked Isobel. "Small as air." May tapped my head with her finger. "And just as big.” — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
