Sublime

奇怪

“Why,” said I, glancing up at my companion, “that was surely the bell. Who could come to-night? Some friend of yours, perhaps?” “Except yourself I have none,” he answered. “I do not encourage visitors.”

Flippancy is a flower whose roots are often underground in the subconsciousness.

“Nothing,” Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. “I could use some dam french fries.” Even Thalia smiled at that. “And I need to use the dam restroom.”

need not marry, thank heaven: she need not undergo that degradation. She was saved from that dilution. She would move the tree rather more to the middle.

Mr Pest: How about Grate Expectations? Assistant: Ah yes, we have that . . . He goes to fetch it and returns to the counter. Mr Pest: . . . That’s G-r-a-t-e Expectations, also by Edmund Wells. Assistant: I see. In that case we don’t have it. We don’t have anything by Edmund Wells, actually – he’s not very popular. Mr Pest: Not Knickerless Nickleby?

And when I say that everybody understands Dickens I do not mean that he is suited to the untaught intelligence. I mean that he is so plain that even scholars can understand him.

And the reason is that there is a real if only a recurrent yearning for that sort of simplicity; and there is never that sort of yearning for that sort of complexity. The key to the mystery of the Merry Peasant is that the peasant often is merry.