home had been happy with him, too, evidently, and was missing him, and wanted him back, and was telling him so, through his nose, sorrowfully, reproachfully, but with no bitterness or anger, only with plaintive reminder that it was there, and wanted him.
12. When it comes to buying perfume you really pay through the nose.
13. When you buy something for a song, you may have to face the music later on.
14. The soft snow turned the already frozen streets of Manhattan to gray slush and the icy December wind herded the Christmas shoppers toward the comfort of their apartments and houses.
15. The idea that his nephew's wife (why couldn't the fellow take better care of her -oh! quaint injustice! as though Soames could possibly take more care!) - should be drawing to herself June's lover, was intolerably humiliating.
16. Then came the tea and some more toasts. Then came tea and coffee and then the ball.
17. He rolled about, stuffing the pillow into his mouth, helpless, out of control, while she clang to the dressing table, shaking, sore with laughter, begging him, deliriously, to stop or she would expire.
18. I saw that this was a turning point. Or probably not.
19. ... They were on their way again, having seen everything. Everything. The sloping lawns, like a green oasis in the mountain desolation. The groves of trees. The tombstones in the grass. The Pets' Cemetery, with its marble group.
20. At twenty-seven she still felt so young, and yet at times so old.
21. If it wasn't so tragic I'd laugh. If it wasn't so comic I'd cry.
22. There were six other candidates waiting to go in with me, who illustrated the types fairly commonly seen in viva waking-rooms. There was the Nonchalancy, lolling back on the rear legs of his chair with his feet on the table. Next to him, a man of the Frankly Worried class sat on the edge of his chair tearing little bits off his invitation card and jumping irritatingly every time the door opened. There was the Crammer, fondling the pages of his battered textbook in a desperate farewell embrace, and his opposite, the Old Stager who treated the whole thing with the familiarity of a photographer at a wedding. He had obviously faded the examination so often that he looked upon the viva simply as another engagement to be fitted into his day.
23. "Number Three Oh Six?" - The secretary whispered without looking up from the book. - "R. Gordon?" - "Yes," -I croaked.
The world stood still. The traffic stopped, the plants ceased growing, men were paralysed, the clouds hang in the air, the winds dropped, the tides disappeared, the sun halted in the sky. "Pass," - he murmured. Blindly, like a man just hit by a blackjack, I stumbled upstairs.
24. All you can think of is picking over the garbage pail and finding fault - I didn't find fault! I found some good food being wasted.
25. "That's the nature of a silent infection." Dr. Johnston explained. "And an IUD is most often the culprit. Unfortunately, it's not uncommon. No pain, no sign, no fever, but an infection so severe that it destroys the lungs".
26. Stopping by woods on a snowy evening (by R. Frost)
Whose woods are these I think I know,
His house is in the village though,
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
27. I am writing this book because I understand that 'revelations' are soon to appear about that great man who once was my husband, attacking his character and my own. The greater his name the worse the stories.
28. Soames looked. In spite of himself, something swelled in his breast. To live here in sight of all this, to be able to point it out to his friends, to talk of it, to possess it! His cheeks flushed.
29. In a sitting-room on the ground floor, ensconced in an armchair with her back to the light, was the owner and mistress of the state, a white-haired woman of not more than sixty, or even less, wearing a large cap.
30. Everyone walked around in a daze, Something worse than 1984 had happened.
31. "This is the sort of place your friends frequented," he was saying, silently.
32. "How is my sweet mom? Haven't seen you since the Ice Age."
33. It was the first time a mink coat had ever walked into his office.
34. Wladek left the carriage, feeling a little safer under his new old coat.
35. "Now, just you taste that, Mr. Angel Pavement," she commanded, giving him a little glass.
36. Jumbo was born with a gold card in his mouth.
37. "Do you love me," he asked softly looking into the eyes that were always so sad now, so empty, so broken- Everything inside her had been scorched and burned and torn from her soul and there were times when he thought there was nothing left but ashes.
38. Nothing was ever clear-cut in her life, the choices were always so damn different, the prices to be paid so high, the risks so great except with Charlie. He was offering her everything, everything she had thought she wanted years before... or should now. Security, a nice place to live, a nice guy to take care of her, no worries, no headaches.
39. Just then the Beeders came in, Sir William and Lady. Big man with bald head and monkey fur on the back of his hands. Voice like a Liverpool dray on a rambling bridge. Charming manners. Little bow. Lady tall, slender, Spanish eyes, brown skin, thin nose. Greco hands Collector piece.
40. Who can understand religion unless he has sinned? Who can understand
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