This is, however, not true of the others, particularly of the first four essays. She left behind her a considerable number of essays, sketches, and short stories, some unpublished and some previously published in newspapers; there are, indeed, enough to fill three or four volumes.
It is the easiest crime in the world to borrow a book at one shop for twopence, remove the label and sell it at another shop for a shilling. Most of the things one imagines in hell are if there—heat, noise, confusion, darkness, foul air, and, above all, unbearably cramped space.
Honors and an A. You do not notice the effect of this till you have gone a few hundred yards. But finally you do somehow creep as far as the coal face.
Had it not been for that single cry in the night one would have felt that the earth had put into harbour; that life had ceased to drive before the wind; that it had reached some quiet cove and there lay anchored, hardly moving, on the quiet waters.
In a lending library you see people's real tastes, not their pretended ones, and one thing that strikes you is how completely the 'classical' English novelists have dropped out of favour.
The editor forwarded the letter to me, saying that he had not got the typescript and suggesting that if I could find it, I might send it to the author. Her whole manner changed as she looked at it resting on the stand. First edition snobs were much commoner than lovers of literature, but oriental students haggling over cheap textbooks were commoner still, and vague-minded women looking for birthday presents for their nephews were commonest of all.
Often the slag-heaps are on fire, and at night you can see the red rivulets of fire winding this way and that, and also the slow-moving blue flames of sulphur, which always seem on the point of expiring and always spring out again.
Strolling sedately as if he were promenading a terrace beneath which the shires and counties of England lie sun-bathed, the aged Prime Minister recounts to Lady So-and-So with the curls and the emeralds the true history of some great crisis in the affairs of the land.
As the shovels of yellow earth were thrown up, the children were sprawling about eating bread and jam and drinking milk out of large mugs. The first impression upon entering the Old Vic is overwhelmingly positive and definite.
News and gossip, the sticks and straws out of which the old letter writer made his nest, have been snatched away. At each step his muscles slid neatly into place, the lock of hair on his scalp danced up and down, his feet printed themselves on the wet gravel. I feel life left behind even as the road is left behind.
He wrote in Gentle Regrets: I decided that I would watch him for a little while to make sure that he did not turn savage again, and then go home. His affairs became more and more hopelessly embarrassed, so that shortly, instead of being able to take his walks at large, he was forced to limit them to the precincts of St.
It was the invariable spike meal, always the same, whether breakfast, dinner or supper—half a pound of bread, a bit of margarine, and a pint of so-called tea.
Nothing is to be seen any more, except one wedge of road and bank which our lights repeat incessantly. And suddenly I realized that I should have to shoot the elephant after all.
You can never forget that spectacle once you have seen it—the line of bowed, kneeling figures, sooty black all over, driving their, huge shovels under the coal with stupendous force and speed. There were no bugs, and we had bedsteads and straw palliasses, rare luxuries both.
In that instant, in too short a time, one would have thought, even for the bullet to get there, a mysterious, terrible change had come over the elephant. We put out the eyes and the ears; but we pinion it there, with a bottle of medicine, a cup of tea, a dying fire, like a rook on a barn door; but a rook that still lives, even with a nail through it.
The Humane Art [Written in April So she takes her way through the world, and sends her letters, radiant and glowing with all this various traffic from one end of France to the other, twice weekly.
We could do with it. The tortured gasps continued as steadily as the ticking of a clock. Everyone had changed colour. When the coal has been extracted to the depth to which the machine has cut, the coal face has advanced by five feet. She is always changing.A gamine is a slim, elegant young woman who is, or is perceived to be, mischievous, teasing or sexually appealing.
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The Death of the Moth. Moths that fly by day are not properly to be called moths; they do not excite that pleasant sense of dark autumn nights and ivy-blossom which the commonest yellow-underwing asleep in the shadow of the.
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