Sublime

“Me, a man who’s never sea-bathed in his life? A constable, hobnobbing with upper-class toffs, eating dinner off gold dishes and drinking fancy French wine?” “I understand, Papa,” Garrett said. “You don’t have to—” “By Jove, I’ll accept!” he exclaimed heartily.

don’t want to wash a duck,” Cozzano said. “I just want to bring the trousers.”

said I could not imagine anything said more plainly.

We now were almost ready to split for the lower Chesapeake and from there to the prime selling country of North Carolina’s Pamlico Sound where the New Bern and Oriental sailing communities waited for us with open checkbooks.

The crisis is precipitated.

His gallantry reliably extends to whatever is disadvantaged, homely, long-suffering, foreign or feminine. Kind to stragglers and also-rans, to well-meaning duds and worthies, and correspondingly cautious in his praise of acknowledged stars and masters, Updike’s view of twentieth-century literature is a levelling one. Talent, like life, should be av

He was not just a pioneer (trying to improvise his way into the hearts and wallets of the French), but our meta-pioneer. He created this image of us as clean-living bumpkins but also as the pioneering amateurs we often are, fiddling our way into becoming something new by pretending to be something we’re not.

“Despite his flaws, one has to admit that he is a whale-sized catch.” “I’ll be thrilled when someone harpoons him,” Lillian muttered, making the other two laugh.

While Jack Morgan was ensuring that he would have a direct bedroom-to-deck path on his new yacht, Ivar had tiptoed into the deal of the century.