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‘That is it, you see. One never knows. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like, now.’ ‘Pray do not mention him in that light again, uncle,’ said Dorothea, feeling some of her late irritation revive. Mr Brooke wondered, and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study, since even he at his age was not in a
... See moreRosemary Ashton • Middlemarch
As to the poetical Character itself (I mean that sort of which, if I am any thing, I am a Member; that sort distinguished from the wordsworthian or egotistical sublime; which is a thing per se and stands alone) it is not itself - it has no self - it is every thing and nothing - It has no character - it enjoys light and shade; it lives in gusto, be
... See moreThey knew nothing of your needs for date juice, fresh cream, the satiny semen of the tuberose.
Clifford Thurlow • Sex, Surrealism, Dali and Me: A biography of Salvador Dali
He was, if anything, out of place, a man among women, for the atmosphere surrounding Cynthia Gibson was feminine, conspiratorial. I saw that it was the function of the nurse to provide the repartee that he was too sombre to deliver. Yet how he must have loved her! Even now his eyes never left her face. What must one do to inspire such love? Clearly
... See moreAnita Brookner • Undue Influence
provisional,
Aldous Huxley • The Doors of Perception and Heaven and Hell
She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker,5 if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet, who said ‘Exactly’ to
... See moreRosemary Ashton • Middlemarch
If I may so express it, I was steeped in Dora. I was not merely over head and ears in love with her, but I was saturated through and through. Enough love might have been wrung out of me, metaphorically speaking, to drown anybody in; and yet there would have remained enough within me, and all over me, to pervade my entire existence.
Charles Dickens • David Copperfield
But, as the drought burned relentlessly on, in the country districts an ever-increasing number of people succumbed to the vice of fairy fruit-eating . . . with tragic results to themselves, for though the fruit was very grateful to their parched throats, its spiritual effects were most alarming, and every day fresh rumours reached Lud-in-the-Mist (
... See moreHope Mirrlees • Lud-in-the-Mist
He had such rose-colored halos on his womenfolks. I held a middle ground, highly scientific, of course, and used to argue learnedly about the physiological limitations of the sex.