e-m-forster

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be7630b	The house was very quiet, and the fog--we are in November now--pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.	e-m-forster howards-end autumnal november fall autumn description quiet	E.M. Forster
6d71de7	Ladies sheltering behind men, men sheltering behind servants - the whole system's wrong, and she must challenge it.	e-m-forster howards-end novel	E.M. Forster
5513350	London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. Electric lights sizzled and jagged in the main thoroughfares, gas-lamps in the side streets glimmered a canary gold or green. The sky was a crimson battlefield of spring, but London was not afraid. Her smoke mitigated the splendour, and the clouds down Oxford Street were a delicately painted ceiling, which adorned while it did not distract. She has never known the clear-cut armies of the purer air. Leonard hurried through her tinted wonders, very much part of the picture. His was a grey life, and to brighten it he had ruled off a few corners for romance.	romance nightfall e-m-forster howards-end colors description london	E.M. Forster
bb2d62d	Here had lived an elder race, to which we look back with disquietude. The country which we visit at week-ends was really a home to it, and the graver sides of life, the deaths, the partings, the yearnings for love, have their deepest expression in the heart of the fields.	death life love e-m-forster howards-end countryside parting	E.M. Forster
575d100	Tulips were a tray of jewels.	metaphor e-m-forster howards-end figurative-language tulips flowers description	E.M. Forster
018d439	Then she turned westward, to gaze at the swirling gold. Just where the river rounded the hill the sun caught it. Fairyland must lie above the bend, and its precious liquid was pouring towards them past Charles's bathing shed.	lovely nature e-m-forster howards-end description sunlight fairyland	E.M. Forster
1764b06	How wide the gulf between Henry as he was and Henry as Helen thought he ought to be! And she herself--hovering as usual between the two, now accepting men as they are, now yearning with her sister for Truth. Love and Truth--their warfare seems eternal. Perhaps the whole visible world rests on it, and if they were one, life itself, like the spirits when Prospero was reconciled to his brother, might vanish into air, into thin air.	love truth expectations-vs-reality e-m-forster howards-end the-world conflict	E.M. Forster
69fdbef	"No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it." "That's rather a sad view of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen. "But people don't."	e-m-forster howards-end once-in-a-lifetime preservation spoiled never-again remember sad	E.M. Forster

The house was very quiet, and the fog--we are in November now--pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.

e-m-forster howards-end autumnal november fall autumn description quiet

E.M. Forster

6d71de7

Ladies sheltering behind men, men sheltering behind servants - the whole system's wrong, and she must challenge it.

e-m-forster howards-end novel

E.M. Forster

5513350

London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. Electric lights sizzled and jagged in the main thoroughfares, gas-lamps in the side streets glimmered a canary gold or green. The sky was a crimson battlefield of spring, but London was not afraid. Her smoke mitigated the splendour, and the clouds down Oxford Street were a delicately painted ceiling, which adorned while it did not distract. She has never known the clear-cut armies of the purer air. Leonard hurried through her tinted wonders, very much part of the picture. His was a grey life, and to brighten it he had ruled off a few corners for romance.

romance nightfall e-m-forster howards-end colors description london

E.M. Forster

bb2d62d

Here had lived an elder race, to which we look back with disquietude. The country which we visit at week-ends was really a home to it, and the graver sides of life, the deaths, the partings, the yearnings for love, have their deepest expression in the heart of the fields.

death life love e-m-forster howards-end countryside parting

E.M. Forster

575d100

Tulips were a tray of jewels.

metaphor e-m-forster howards-end figurative-language tulips flowers description

E.M. Forster

018d439

Then she turned westward, to gaze at the swirling gold. Just where the river rounded the hill the sun caught it. Fairyland must lie above the bend, and its precious liquid was pouring towards them past Charles's bathing shed.

lovely nature e-m-forster howards-end description sunlight fairyland

E.M. Forster

1764b06

How wide the gulf between Henry as he was and Henry as Helen thought he ought to be! And she herself--hovering as usual between the two, now accepting men as they are, now yearning with her sister for Truth. Love and Truth--their warfare seems eternal. Perhaps the whole visible world rests on it, and if they were one, life itself, like the spirits when Prospero was reconciled to his brother, might vanish into air, into thin air.

love truth expectations-vs-reality e-m-forster howards-end the-world conflict

E.M. Forster

69fdbef

"No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it." "That's rather a sad view of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen. "But people don't."

e-m-forster howards-end once-in-a-lifetime preservation spoiled never-again remember sad

E.M. Forster