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“There is a sort of aesthetic poverty about conservatism”
“The worse they are the more they see beauty in each other.”
“He was an animal, that great thing for someone else to be.”
“He wanted pure compliments, just as he wanted unconditional love.”
“Delight is dlice, dlit is a misdemeanour''Well, it's bloody close...''Well, they often are....”
“Delight is délice, délit is a misdemeanour''Well, it's bloody close...''Well, they often are....”
“There was the noise itself, which he thought of vaguely as the noise of classical music, sameish and rhetorical, full of feelings people surely never had”
“On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, shaken into funny groans by the bump of each step as he hurried down.”
“After that they browsed for a minute or two in a semi-detached fashion. Nick found a set of Trollope which had a relatively modest and approachable look among the rest, and took down The Way We Liv...”
“She felt that at some point she must finally and formally talk to Louisa about Hubert, and ask her to acknowledge that the worst possible thing had happened to her as well.”
“she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face.”
“She felt something similar, but worse in a way, about hundreds and hundreds of books shed read, novels, biographies, occasional books, about music and artshe could remember nothing about them at al...”
“I cant bear the smell of cigars, can you? said Lady Partridge. Lionel hates it too, murmured Rachel. As did Nick, to whom the dry lavatorial stench of cigars signified the inexplicable confidence o...”
“He was asking for memories, too young himself to know that memories were only memories of memories.”
“Andrew Davies has said he prefers his authors dead, and I can see there is only a limited usefulness in a live one when it comes to adaptation.”
“Now he had chanced on one of he standard hard-on sessions of the shower, as on both sides of him and across the room three queens sported horizontal members which they turned around from time to ti...”
“I can’t bear the smell of cigars, can you?” said Lady Partridge. “Lionel hates it too,” murmured Rachel. As did Nick, to whom the dry lavatorial stench of cigars signified the inexplicable confiden...”
