Sublime

She had no sense of proportion, none whatever—and wasn’t that exactly the thing one looked for in a woman?

To Bigger and his kind white people were not really people; they were a sort of great natural force, like a stormy sky looming overhead, or like a deep swirling river stretching suddenly at one’s feet in the dark. As long as he and his black folks did not go beyond certain limits, there was no need to fear that white force. But whether they feared

She knew how to walk in the shadows so she wouldn’t shine in the darkness. No one looked at her twice.

she acquired readers who would not otherwise

What’s as perfect as a girl stopped dead, midformation? Girl as blank slate. Girl as reflection of your desires, unmarred by her own.

He was smiling now as he greeted his wife and turned to me, and the smile lit his face attractively. There was no earthly reason why I should feel suddenly nervous, or why I should imagine that Héloise de Valmy’s voice as she introduced us was too taut and high, like an over-tight string. I thought, watching her, she’s afraid of him … Then I told m

10 first beau He had a way of putting his hands on a Woman. Light, but perforating. Passing by, he would touch the Woman’s hair, he would give the Woman’s hair a careless, and yet deliberate, caress, working down from the top to the ends, then gliding to the chin, then lifting the chin till the poor female’s eyes were forced to meet his, then proce