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dcd14f7
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an Italian can never be ignored, least of all when he has a grievance.
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E.M. Forster |
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e49bf87
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And the triviality faded from their faces, though it left something behind -- the knowledge that they could never be parted because their love was rooted in common things.
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sisterhood
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E.M. Forster |
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0dd07be
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I since cricket match do long to talk with one of my arms around you, then place both arms round you and share with you, the above now seems sweeter to me than words can say.
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love
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E.M. Forster |
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35ec3d5
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Miss Abbott, don't worry over me. Some people are born not to do things. I'm one of them.
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life
philosophy
where-angels-fear-to-tread
forster
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E.M. Forster |
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cc7dce0
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For the barrier of language is sometimes a blessed barrier, which only lets pass what is good. Or--to put the thing less cynically--we may be better in new clean words, which have never been tainted by our pettiness or vice. Phillip, at all events, lived more graciously in Italian, the very phrases of which entice one to be happy and kind.
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E.M. Forster |
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45cbedc
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If one doesn't worry, how does one understand?
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E.M. Forster |
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08a1e6f
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Those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themsleves at the expense of joy.
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E.M. Forster |
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ae41941
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She watched the moon, whose radiance stained with primrose the purple of the surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars.
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E.M. Forster |
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b451af1
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Life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish tother from which.
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E.M. Forster |
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7b804c8
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I believed in a return to Nature once. But how can we return to Nature when we have never been with her? Today, I believe that we must discover Nature. After many conquests we shall attain simplicity. It is our heritage.
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E.M. Forster |
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24d44d0
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Talk away. If you bore us, we have books." With this invitation Rickie began to relate his history. The reader who has no book will be obliged to listen to it."
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E.M. Forster |
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eeb8a3e
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Too late... everything's always too late.
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maurice
regret
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E.M. Forster |
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32d1177
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She was parting from these Wilcoxes for the second time. Paul and his mother, ripple and great wave, had flowed into her life and ebbed out of it forever. The ripple had left no traces behind: the wave had strewn at her feet fragments torn from the unknown. A curious seeker, she stood for a while at the verge of the sea that tells so little, but tells a little, and watched the outgoing of this last tremendous tide.
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E.M. Forster |
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caa5d08
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We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religions opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but an anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--not anyone pompous or tearful--were caring for us up in the sky.
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religion
life
truth
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E.M. Forster |
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25261df
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The human mind is not a dignified organ, and I do not see how we can exercise it sincerely except through eclecticism. And the only advice I would offer my fellow eclectics is: "Do not be proud of your inconsistency. It is a pity, it is a pity that we should be equipped like this. It is a pity that Man cannot be at the same time impressive and truthful."
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writing
truth
literature-writing
novel
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E.M. Forster |
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1ff2f8a
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But that some sonatas of Beethoven are written tragic no one can gainsay; yet they can triumph or despair as the player decides, and Lucy had decided that they should triumph.
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E.M. Forster |
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36f0e25
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But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision.
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E.M. Forster |
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8fafb29
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They had nothing in common but the English language, and tried by its help to express what neither of them understood.
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language
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E.M. Forster |
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a629d33
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Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
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sympathy
comfort
science
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E.M. Forster |
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08e520d
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Man is the measure. That was my first lesson. Man's feet are the measure for distance, his hands are the measure for ownership, his body is the measure for all that is lovable and desirable and strong.
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E.M. Forster |
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34eb332
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It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness, to think that a thousand square miles are a thousand times more wonderful than one square mile . . . That is not imagination. No, it kills it. . . . Your universities? Oh, yes, you have learned men who collect . . . facts, and facts, and empires of facts. But which of them will rekindle the light within?
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E.M. Forster |
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a3f58b4
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England was alive, throbbing through all her estuaries, crying for joy through the mouths of all her gulls, and the north wind, with contrary motion, blew stronger against her rising seas. What did it mean? For what end are her fair complexities, her changes of soil, her sinuous coast? Does she belong to those who have moulded her and made her feared by other lands, or to those who have added nothing to her power, but have somehow seen her,..
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E.M. Forster |
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55826e5
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The conversation had become unreal since Christianity had entered it. Ronny approved of religion as long as it endorsed the National Anthem, but he objected when it attempted to influence his life.
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E.M. Forster |
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8b62a69
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It so happened that Lucy, who found daily life rather chaotic, entered a more solid world when she opened the piano. She was then no longer either deferential or patronizing; no longer either a rebel or a slave. The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected. The commonplace person begins to play, and shoots into the empyrean without effort, whilst we l..
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E.M. Forster |
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3b8e8a7
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from the middle-middle classes, whose highest desire seemed shelter - continuous shelter - not a lair in the darkness to be reached against fear, but shelter everywhere and always, until the existence of earth and sky is forgotten, shelter from poverty and disease and violence and impoliteness; and consequently from joy; God slipped this retribution in.
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E.M. Forster |
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6d71de7
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Ladies sheltering behind men, men sheltering behind servants - the whole system's wrong, and she must challenge it.
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e-m-forster
howards-end
novel
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E.M. Forster |
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1d4f614
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If human nature does alter it will be because individuals manage to look at themselves in a new way. Here and there people -- a very few people, but a few novelists are among them -- are trying to do this. Every institution and vested interest is against such a search: organized religion, the State, the family in its economic aspect, have nothing to gain, and it is only when outward prohibitions weaken that it can proceed: history condition..
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literature
imagination
movement
novel
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E.M. Forster |
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ba4df34
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No, mother; no. She was really keen on Italy. This travel is quite a crisis for her." He found the situation full of whimsical romance: there was something half attractive, half repellent in the thought of this vulgar woman journeying to places he loved and revered. Why should she not be transfigured? The same had happened to the Goths."
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italy
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E.M. Forster |
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e4432d2
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Night and day, wind and storm, tide and earthquake, impeded man no longer. He had harnessed Leviathan. All the old literature, with its praise of Nature, and its fear of Nature, rang false as the prattle of a child.
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man
nature
future
leviathan
science-fiction
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E.M. Forster |
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cf6caa8
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and someone he scarcely knew moved towards him and knelt beside him and whispered, 'Sir, was you calling out for me? ... Sir, I know ... I know,' and touched him.
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love
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E.M. Forster |
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de3efad
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They too entered the world of dreams- that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity.
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E.M. Forster |
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067004f
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And Aziz in an awful rage danced this way and that, not knowing what to do, and cried: "Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. Clear out, you fellows, double quick, I say. We may hate one another, but we hate you most. If I don't make you go, Ahmed will, Karim will, if it's flfty-flve hundred years we shall get rid of you, yes, we shall drive every blasted Englishman into the sea, and then "--he rode against him furiously-- "and then..
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india
colonialism
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E.M. Forster |
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40e3b70
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In Rome one had simply to sit still and feel.
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E.M. Forster |
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d452dcc
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Italian in the mouth of Italians is a deep-voiced stream, with unexpected cataracts and boulders to preserve it from monotony. In Mr. Eager's mouth it resembled nothing so much as an acid whistling fountain which played ever higher and higher, and quicker and quicker, and more and more shrilly, till abruptly it was turned off with a click.
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E.M. Forster |
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2fbd9c6
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So abased, so monotonous is everything that meets the eye, that when the Ganges comes down it might be expected to wash the excrescence back into the soil. Houses do fall, people are drowned and left rotting, but the general outline of the town persists, welling here, shrinking there, like some low but indestructible form of life.
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E.M. Forster |
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e2fea09
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They have yielded to the only enemy that matters - the enemy within.
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E.M. Forster |
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7696067
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He lived on, miserable and misunderstood, as before, and increasingly lonely. One cannot write those words too often: Maurice's loneliness: it increased.
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E.M. Forster |
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54abc1b
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There were letters for her at the bureau-one from her brother, full of athletics and biology; one from her mother, delightful as only mother's letters could be. She had read in it of the crocuses which had been bought for yellow and were coming up puce, of the new parlour-maid, who had watered the ferns with essence of lemonade...
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E.M. Forster |
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c55b642
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He longed for smut, but heard little and contributed less, and his chief indecencies were solitary.
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E.M. Forster |
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5861a78
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I feel to you as Pippa to her fiance, only far more nobly, far more deeply, body and soul, no starved medievalism of course, only a - a particular harmony of body and soul that I don't think women have even guessed. But you know.
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E.M. Forster |
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a0372cb
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Not out of them are the shows of history erected: the world would be a grey, bloodless place were it composed entirely of Miss Schlegels. But the world being what it is, perhaps they shine out in it like stars.
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E.M. Forster |
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4111627
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All invitations must proceed from heaven perhaps; perhaps it is futile for men to initiate their own unity, they do but widen the gulfs between them by the attempt. So at all events thought old Mr. Graysford and young Mr. Sorley, the devoted missionaries who lived out beyond the slaughterhouses, always travelled third on the railways, and never came to the club. In our Father's house are many mansions, they taught, and there alone will the..
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E.M. Forster |
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ccfacf0
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Because a thing is going strong now, it need not go strong for ever,' she said. 'This craze for motion has only set in during the last hundred years. It may be followed by a civilization that won't be a movement, because it will rest on the earth. All the signs are against it now, but I can't help hoping.
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E.M. Forster |
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a612593
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Don't you think there are two great things in life that we ought to aim at--truth and kindness? Let's have both if we can, but let's be sure of having one or the other.
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truth
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E.M. Forster |