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| a1e39ca | Mr Parkinson told him what was his due. "On your salary scale, the firm gives three months' sick leave on full pay. Then if you are still unfit for work, another three months on half pay." | Nevil Shute | ||
| b86d8b0 | Okay,' said Jack phlegmatically. 'Be seeing you.' Friends and women, he knew, never really mixed. | Nevil Shute | ||
| f1c9ae3 | the cornmeal fritters were very good if you could forget about the maggots, | Nevil Shute | ||
| 1688973 | A Congreve clock?' Captain Petersen was puzzled. 'It's a clock that keeps time by a steel ball running on a zig-zag track down an inclined plane,' Keith told him. 'Only it doesn't keep very good time. It takes thirty seconds for the ball to run down one way -- then the plane tilts and it runs back again. It's quite fascinating to watch. | Nevil Shute | ||
| b46e7cf | I'd say the way to look at it is this. You took a lot of trouble answering letters from a stranger, and maybe some of them were rather stupid questions. I wouldn't know. The fact is that you made a friend, and now this friend's going to a little bit of trouble to help you. That's fair enough. Look at it that way. | Nevil Shute | ||
| 13bc7e2 | A little boy of five or six was standing there, in fact, utterly motionless. He was dressed in grey, grey stockings above the knee, grey shorts, and a grey jersey. He was standing absolutely still, staring down the road towards them. His face was a dead, greyish white in colour. Howard caught his breath at the sight of him, and said very softly: 'Oh, my God!' He had never seen a child looking like that, in all his seventy years. He crossed .. | Nevil Shute | ||
| 8258810 | Jerry stood the old man to a glass of mild, and asked, "What do you think of all these Americans in Trenarth, Mr Parsons?" The ancient piped in his old quavering voice, "I like them very well; oh, very well indeed. We get on nicely with them here. I don't like these white ones that are coming in now, though. I hope they don't send us no more o' them." It was too good not to be repeated; it ran round both whites and blacks that afternoon." | Nevil Shute | ||
| e9a3c5c | In the quiet serenity of the night that did not seem very important; it was only important that she should shut up and not spoil his evening. "Now you get on and start her up, and shut up talking." She opened her mouth to give as good as she got, but said nothing. What he had told her was incredible; and yet it was what she had secretly feared for some time." | Nevil Shute | ||
| b427c3b | after all that I had read during the night. Even into this quiet place the war had reached like the tentacle of an octopus and had touched this girl and brought about her death. Like some infernal monster, still venomous in death, a war can go on killing people for a long time after it's all over. | Nevil Shute | ||
| 505c93b | He met the femme de chambre upon the landing. 'I have made up my mind,' he said heavily. 'La petite Rose may come with us to England; I will take her to her father. She must be ready to start to-morrow morning, at seven o'clock. | Nevil Shute | ||
| 9b34029 | And then, Monsieur votre fils, he was well too? Well, they had to know. He turned away from her blindly. 'Madame,' he said, 'mon fils est mort. Il est tombe de son avion, au-dessus de Heligoland Bight. | Nevil Shute | ||
| d4d9e13 | Then the patience borne of seventy years of disappointments came to his aid; | Nevil Shute | ||
| 6bfa1ef | Finally he got up, feeling uncommonly well. It did not occur to him that this was because he had a job to do, for the first time in many months. | Nevil Shute | ||
| 4b0c9e8 | The Negro said, "I don't feel so good right now. Say, if I'd known that cutting your throat gave you septicaemia, I sure would have made a job of it." "Or else not done it at all," said Turner. The Negro paused for a moment in abstraction. "Well," he said at last, "that would have been another way." | Nevil Shute | ||
| d049937 | It's ever so kind of you to take the trouble," she said. She turned to her father. "Dad, this gentleman's mended my iron, and it works beautifully." She used her normal language without thinking anything about it, but each Negro within hearing caught the word "gentleman" and stiffened for a moment in wonder. They certainly were in a foreign country, a long ways from home." | Nevil Shute | ||
| 975e277 | Grief was boring. This was a shallow thought about a deep subject, but it was a valid observation. | Charlaine Harris | ||
| 3e5f8aa | happy hunting-grounds; | James Fenimore Cooper | ||
| 7b90897 | A fortnight after the Winchester tournament, while Elaine nursed her hero back to life, Guenever was having a scene with Sir Bors at court. Being a woman-hater, Bors always had instructive scenes with women. He said what he thought, and they said what they thought, and neither of them understood the other a bit. | T.H. White | ||
| 260998b | in going to sleep he had learned to vanquish light, and now the light could not rewake him. | T.H. White | ||
| f15b425 | Don't kill me,' said the knight. 'I yield. I yield. You can't kill a man at mercy.' Lancelot put up his sword and went back from the knight, as if he were going back from his own soul. He felt in his heart cruelty and cowardice, the things which made him brave and kind. 'Get up,' he said. 'I won't hurt you. Get up, go.' The knight looked at him, on all fours like a dog, and stood up, crouching uncertainly. Lancelot went away and was sick. | mercy | T.H. White | |
| bd9d90f | The Once and Future King. By T. H. White, | Helen Macdonald | ||
| 57a384f | He fancied himself on his humanity towards animals, as so many people do who are inhuman to their fellow men... | T.H. White | ||
| c4e4990 | A good way of naming a day, is to call it by its wind. 'Wednesday' is an impersonal thing, but days are individual. A great deal more than half their individuality depends upon the wind. A good hunting or fishing diary would do better to have a column in which one wrote, for instance, 'A north-westerly day,' rather than the stupid date. | T.H. White | ||
| 01b6d8c | You swim along," said the tench, "as if there was nothing to be afraid of in the world. Don't you see that this place is exactly like the forest which you had to come through to find me?" | T.H. White | ||
| bf1602c | There is a thing called knowledge of the world, which people do not have until they are middle-aged. It is something which cannot be taught to younger people, because it is not logical and does not obey laws which are constant. It has no rules. Only, | T.H. White | ||
| cfaa07b | All seizures of power, no matter how 'strong or well-meaning' the seizers, will go the same way. That's what power does. Meanwhile, at exactly the same time as the publication of The William Golding was bringing out his fables, (1954), and (1955), the meaning of which Golding conveniently summarized for commentators in a later essay, 'Fable', in his collection : (Hot Gates, p. 87) So the English choirboys, marooned on an idylli.. | Tom Shippey | ||
| d8accc5 | He said, 'Good dog, Beaumont the valiant, sleep now, old friend Beaumont, good old dog.' Then Robin's falchion let Beaumont out of this world, to run free with Orion and roll among the stars. | T.H. White | ||
| 87f8ea3 | No... - dijo sir Lanzarote-, pues una vez caido en la verguenza quiza no vuelva a recobrarse. | T.H. White | ||
| fd9c55f | Guenever began to breathe through her nose. She was feeling as if there were two red thumbs behind her eyeballs, trying to push them out, and she did not want to look at him. She was trying not to make a scene, and she dreaded her heart. She had shame and hatred of what she might say, but she could not help saying it. She was like a person swimming in a rough sea. | T.H. White | ||
| cd8e3c7 | La bendicion del olvido, eso era lo esencial. Comenzar sin recordar el pasado. No se puede construir el futuro vengando agravios de tiempos ya idos. | T.H. White | ||
| bc7902a | What have you done with Watt?' You should try to speak with out assonance," said the wizard. "For instance, 'the beer is never clear near here, dear,' is unfortunate, even as assonance." -- | T. H. White | ||
| 160593d | What have you done with Watt?' You should try to speak with out assonance," said the wizard. "For instance, 'the beer is never clear near here, dear,' is unfortunate, even as assonance." | T. H. White | ||
| c61070a | For instance, 'the beer is never clear near here, Dear,' is unfortunate, even as assonance. | T. H. White | ||
| 323622b | This was one of their love poems: Mo Rog Glonog, Quinba, Hlin varr. It meant: "Give me a kiss, please, Miss. I like your nose." | T. H. White | ||
| 7d352d0 | For instance, 'the beer is never clear near here, dear' is unfortunate, even as assonance. | T. H. White | ||
| 6150cff | means | James Fenimore Cooper | ||
| e358377 | exper'ence | James Fenimore Cooper | ||
| 98c0088 | Oh, I love the mustard-pot!" cried the Wart. "Wherever did you get it?" At this the pot beamed all over its face and began to strut a bit, but Merlyn rapped it on the head with a teaspoon, so that it sat down and shut up at once. "It is not a bad pot," he said grudgingly. "Only it is inclined to give itself airs." | T.H. White | ||
| 6ccfe3e | If you achieve perfection, you die. | T.H. White | ||
| 5fae640 | Perhaps war was due to fear: to fear of reliability. Unless there was truth, and unless people told the truth, there was always danger in everything outside the individual. You told the truth to yourself, but you had no surety for your neighbour. This uncertainty must end by making the neighbour a menace. | war politics | T. H. White | |
| 714a60e | IT WAS CHRISTMAS night, the eve of the Boxing Day Meet. You must remember that this was in the old Merry England of Gramarye, when the rosy barons ate with their fingers, and had peacocks served before them with all their tail feathers streaming, or boars' heads with the tusks stuck in again--when there was no unemployment because there were too few people to be unemployed--when the forests rang with knights walloping each other on the helm.. | T.H. White | ||
| 7ed32a6 | In this enormous flatness, there lived one element--the wind. For it was an element. It was a dimension, a power of darkness. In the human world, the wind comes from somewhere, and goes somewhere, and, as it goes, it passes through somewhere--through trees or streets or hedgerows. This wind came from nowhere. It was going through the flatness of nowhere, to no place. Horizontal, soundless except for a peculiar boom, tangible, infinite, the .. | T.H. White | ||
| b0a7288 | Nay," said Sir Lancelot "...for once shamed may never be recovered." | T.H. White | ||
| 283a0aa | The best thing for being sad,' replied Merlyn, beginning to puff and blow, 'is to learn something. That is the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then -.. | T.H. White |