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…s a virtue. Haidée here has got the same idea.” She nodded serenely. . ‘“‘I had no idea,” she said, ‘‘ that those people had got so much sense. I’ve always thought of them as tangled up with religious ideas. I understand now. Yes, it’s the life of holiness, if you have to go to the trouble of putting it in the terms of morality, as I suppose you English people have to. I feel that con- tact of any sort, even with myself, contaminates me. I was the chief of sinners in my time, in the English sense of the word. Now I’ve forgotten what love means,…
1922 · PDF PAGE 102
…rrific speed as on that first wild night. The intensity was even more extra- ordinary ; but we were not being carried away by it. In one sense, each hour lasted a fraction of a second, and yet, in another sense, every second lasted a life- time. We were able to appreciate the minutest details of life to the full. I want to explain this very thoroughly. “ William the Conqueror, 1066, William Rufus, 1087.” One can sum up the whole period of the reign of the Duke of Normandy in a phrase. At the same time, an historian who had made a special study …
1922 · PDF PAGE 248
…fulfil my destiny. I know now what it was that I thought was a shot, or a door closing. It was really both of these things in a mystical sense ; for I know now who the old man is, and that he is the father of the Messiah. ...
1922 · PDF PAGE 51
…and thirdly, the traditional connection of Paris with extravagant gaiety and luxuriant love. I was quite aware at the time that my moral sense and my mental sense had been thrown overboard for the moment; but my attitude was simply: “ Good- bye, Jonah!” For the first time in my life I was being absolutely myself, freed from all the inhibitions of body, intellect, and training which keep us, normally, in what we call sane courses of action. I seem to remember asking myself if I was insane, and answering, “ Of course I am—sanity is a com- promise…
1922 · PDF PAGE 386
…, who inherited and came to live at Ballycastle. It is the story of the curious spiritual experience which came to him there. It is in a sense a “ ghost story,” but it is told by an artist and a stylist. ‘“‘ The Residents,” moreover, are admirably contrasted, and in some cases deliciously humorously drawn. A charming, enigmatic, “ different ” book.
1922 · PDF PAGE 144
…orts, our money, and everything are there.” I couldn’t help being pleased by the way in which she rose to the crisis; her practical good sense, her memory of those details that are so important in business, though the male temperament regards them as a necessary. nuisance. These are the things that one needs in an official muddle. “You don’t know any Italian at all?” asked the consul. ; “Only a few words,” she admitted, “ though, of course, Sir Peter’s knowledge of French and Latin help him to make sense out of the newspapers.” “Well,” said the…
1922 · PDF PAGE 74
…fter the first intense inter-penetration of our individualities, we had reached the resultant of all the forces that composed us. In one sense, it was that our happiness was so huge that we could not bear it; and we slid imperceptibly into conceding that the ineffable mysteries must be expressed by means of sacramental action. But all this took place at an immense distance from reality. A concealed chain of interpretation linked the truth with the obvious commonplace fact that this was a good time to go across to Montmartre and make a night of …
1922 · PDF PAGE 58
44 The Diary of a Drug Fiend sense of mental exhilaration that goes with boundless freedom. Our grandfathers must have known something about this feeling by living in England before the liberty of the country was destroyed by legislation, or rather the delegation of legislation to petty officialdom. About six months ago I imported some tobacco, rolls of black perique, the best and purest in the world. By-and-by I got tired of cutting it up, and sent it to a tobacconist for the purpose. Oh, dear no, quite impossible without a permit from the Cus…
1922 · PDF PAGE 215
… called the romance of his life. The first time he saw me he had fallen passionately in love with me ; but he was a married man, and his sense of honour prevented his yielding to his passion. He had, of course, no love for his wife, who didn’t understand him at all. He had married her out of pity; but for all that he was bound by his sense of right feeling, and above all by realising that to give rein to his passion, God-given though it was, would mean social ruin for me, for the woman he loved. He went on to talk about affinities and soul-mate…
1922 · PDF PAGE 62
…mericans call “the morning after the night before.” Nature warns us that we have been breaking the rules; and Nature has given us common sense enough to know that although we can borrow a bit, we have to pay back. We have drunk alcohol since the beginning of time; and it is in our racial consciousness that although ‘“‘a hair of the dog” will put one right after a spree, it won't do to choke oneself with hair. But with cocaine, all this caution is utterly abrogated. Nobody would be really much the worse for a night with the drug, provided that h…
1922 · PDF PAGE 105
…outh Pole. Then I caught up my hat, gloves, and cane, and found my young man at the door. The drink and the air of Paris had given him a sense of his own dignity. Instead of waiting humbly for me to get into the car, he was sitting there already; and though his greeting was still solemnly deferential, there was a little more of the ambassador about it. He had repressed the original impulse to touch his hat. I myself felt a curious sense of enjoyment of my own importance. At the same time, I was in a violent hurry to get back to Lou. My brain wa…
1922 · PDF PAGE 178
…can we pay!” by a hag that never saw a sovereign in her.life unless she stole it from some drunken client. Cockie seems to have lost his sense. He flashed a fifty-pound note in her face. It was because he was angry at her attitude. She rather shut up. Either she thinks we're police spies or she’s made up her mind to rob us. The sight of the cash knocked her out of time! It destroyed her sense of proportion. It put all her ideas of straight dealing out of her mind. Her manner changed. She went off. Pete told me to go and see the dope girl myself…
1922 · PDF PAGE 322
… eternal actuality. We were re-born into a world whose every condition was on a totally different scale to anything in our experience. A sense of innocence pervaded us. It was as if we had awakened from a nightmare; our sense of time and space had been destroyed; but we knew that our old standards of reality had been delusions. Clocks and watches were mechanical toys. In Telepylus, our time-keeper was the Nature of which we were part. We walked on for another five minutes; but again weakness overcame us. The scenery was blotted out by the persi…
1922 · PDF PAGE 385
…DANDELION DAYS Henry Williamson This is the tale of a boy’s last terms at a public school, a very sensitive, unusual boy, and it is in a sense a sequel to The Beautiful Years. It is the work of a very clever young writer whose nature essays have attracted the widest attention here and in America, and is utterly unlike the usual “school story.” It is a subtle and beautifully written study of character.
1922 · PDF PAGE 275
…ould all be the better for a little heroin,’ and proceeded to hand it around. , The effect was extraordinary. I was aware of an infinite sense of relief; but it was evanescent. It could only have been a few instants before I sank into a dreamless slumber.
1922 · PDF PAGE 168
…knavery, Whispers in crazing ears The secret spell of her slavery. Horror indeed intense, Seduction ever intenser, Swinging the smoke of sense From the bowl of a smouldering censer ! Behind me, behind and above, © She stands, that mirror of love. Her fingers are supple-jointed ; Her nails are polished and pointed, And tipped with spurs of gold: With them she rowels the brain. Her lust is critical, cold ; And her Chinese cheeks are pale, As she daintily picks, profane
1922 · PDF PAGE 76
… that one is not worried by its natural activities. Again, despite our consciousness of infinity, we Maintained, concurrently, a perfect sense of proportion in respect of ordinary matters.
1922 · PDF PAGE 362
…simple,” said the Big Lion. “ It involves a knowledge of nothing but the Law; and the Law, after all, is nothing but the plainest common sense. Do you remember my asking you before tiffin what was your true will?” “Yes,” I said, “I do. And I told you then, and I tell you again now, that I haven’t the time to think about things like that.” “That fact,” he retorted, “was quite enough to assure me that you had discovered it.” ‘“‘ Look here,” I said, “ you’re a good sort and all that, but you are really a bit queer, and half the time I don’t know w…
1922 · PDF PAGE 199
… to wander. We were whirled on the wings of woe across the flaming skies of anguish. I remember Peter standing at the table, lost to all sense of actuality. He cried in a shrill, cracked voice :— ‘** Her cranial dome is vaulted, Her mad Mongolian eyes Aslant with the ecstasies Of things. immune, exalted . Far beyond stars and skies, Slits of amber and jet——” I heard him across abysses of aching inanity. A thrill of Satanic triumph tingled in my soul, and composed a symphony from its screams. I leapt with lust to recognise myselfin the repulsive…
1922 · PDF PAGE 195
…lines through my teeth, feeling myself a fire-breathing dragon. ** Horror indeed intense, Seduction ever intenser, Swinging the smoke of sense From the bowl of a smouldering censer ! ”’ We were out of breath. My boy sat on the edge of the bed. I crept up behind him. I shook out my hair all over his face, and dug my nails into his scalp. We were living the heroin life, the life of the world of the soul. We had identified ourselves with the people of the poem. He was the poet, wreathed with poppies, with poisonous poppies that corrupted his blood…