Sublime

Each, indeed, secretly wondered what James could see in any one so showy and dashing as Sibyl. But they were too discreet to admit this, even one to the other, and contented themselves with politely wondering what Sibyl could see in such a country sobersides as James.

How odd, father, without your collar I would never take you for a priest and certainly not for a monsignor.’ ‘When his housekeeper took away his spear and stripped Don Quixote of his armour you would never have taken him for a knight errant.

There was the madness of pride in every word he uttered.

About his figure there is a Celtic pathos; like the Gaels in Matthew Arnold’s quotation, “he went forth to battle, but he always fell.” He is a mountain of proposals, a mountain of failures; but still a mountain. And a mountain is always romantic.

Leaving the Harbour of Regret

alas! their high and palmy days had taken boots to themselves, and were already walking off.

Everything that begins as comedy ends as tragedy.

So it goes.