Sublime

Catharine and her children, and Louisa were dead. The act that destroyed them was, in the highest degree, inhuman. It was worthy of savages trained to murder, and exulting in agonies. Who was the performer of the deed? Wieland! My brother! The husband and the father! That man of gentle virtues and invincible benignity! placable and mild—an idolator

One of the few things I would rather run a mile than do is have an Angus Wilson character over for the evening.

slovenliness

He lived alone on his large estate, was not in the service, and it was said of him that he did nothing at home but pace from one end of the room to the other, whistling, or play chess with his old footman.

большой ли подлец их хозяин; на что половой, по обыкновению, отвечал: «О, большой, сударь, мошенник».

Everyone sees what a hard time he is having, and they tell him, “We can stop, if you’re tired. You need to rest up.” Rest up? No, he’s not tired in the least, they’ll finish the rubber. Everyone is gloomy and silent. Ivan Ilych feels that he has cast upon them a gloom he cannot get to dissipate. They eat supper and go their separate ways, and Ivan

These nails, with their points upwards, and the fence, and the lodge itself, have that peculiar, desolate, God-forsaken look which is only found in our hospital and prison buildings.

He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has plucked, in which he can barely recognize the beauty that had made him pluck and destroy it.