Tuesday, July 31, 2007

"heroic"

Things are said very finely at thelower end of the table.
It has for audience tickingclocks and rows of classics bound in half morocco. Already Margaret was eager to take advantage of such indulgence togratify certain tastes. Thiswall one builds not for oneself, but because ones father lovedbuilding.
Off-hand one might reply, Not only is it lawful,but nothing could be easier.
Where is Smith, we ask, where is Liverpool? He alone lives, while other people, slaves of ceremony,let life slip past them in a kind of dream. We have let the meaning of the play slipthrough our hands.
Again, Saint Germains is a place of muchslander, and thinks I send too often to you.
A dozen deaths offull-grown men and women move us less than the suffering of one ofTolstois flies. We have been comparing the play with prose,and the play, after all, is poetry.
Suchwords help one to muffle up opinions which it would be highlyimpolitic to speak outright.
But the deliberate drama of the Victorian ageis evidently written in a study. Their mindsare weak, soft and without power of resistance.
For nothing matters except life;and, of course, order. They must be toldwhat it is expedient for them to know.
If he had had to live again, he said, he would havelived the same life over.
Observe, too, her duplicity, her complexity.
Why thisovermastering desire to communicate with others?
But of characteras we understand the word there is no trace. A dozen deaths offull-grown men and women move us less than the suffering of one ofTolstois flies.

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