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Awakening + To Let +Other Novels: + The Dark Flower + The Freelands + Beyond + Villa Rubein and Other Stories + Villa Rubein + A Man of Devon + A Knight + Salvation of a Forsyte + The Silence + Saint's Progress + The Island Pharisees + The Country House + Fraternity + The Patrician + The Burning Spear + Five Short Tales + The First and Last + A Stoic + The Apple Tree + The Juryman + Indian Summer of a Forsyte +Essays and Studies: + Concerning Life + Inn of Tranquility + Magpie over the Hill + Sheep-shearing + Evolution + Riding in the Mist + The Procession + A Christian + Wind in the Rocks + My Distant Relative + The Black Godmother + Quality + The Grand Jury + Gone + Threshing + That Old-time Place + Romance--three Gleams + Memories + Felicity + Concerning Letters + A Novelist's Allegory + Some Platitudes Concerning Drama + Meditation on Finality + Wanted--Schooling + On Our Dislike of Things as They Are + The Windlestraw + About Censorship + Vague Thoughts on Art +Plays: + First Series: + The Silver Box + Joy + Strife + Second Series: + The Eldest Son + The Little Dream + Justice + Third Series: + The Fugitive + The Pigeon + The Mob + Fourth Series: + A Bit O' Love + The Foundations + The Skin Game + Six Short Plays: + The First and The Last + The Little Man + Hall-marked + Defeat + The Sun + Punch and Go + + + + + EDITOR'S NOTE + +These extracts are paragraphs and short phrases which it is hoped may +entice readers unfamiliar with Galsworthy to look over the books of +this Nobel Prize winning author. 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THE MAN OF PROPERTY +/gutenberg/etext01/mnprp10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +The simple truth, which underlies the whole story, that where sex +attraction is utterly and definitely lacking in one partner to a union, +no amount of pity, or reason, or duty, or what not, can overcome a +repulsion implicit in Nature. + +The tragedy of whose life is the very simple, uncontrollable tragedy of +being unlovable, without quite a thick enough skin to be thoroughly +unconscious of the fact. Not even Fleur loves Soames as he feels he +ought to be loved. But in pitying Soames, readers incline, perhaps, to +animus against Irene: After all, they think, he wasn't a bad fellow, it +wasn't his fault; she ought to have forgiven him, and so on! + +"Let the dead Past bury its dead" would be a better saying if the Past +ever died. The persistence of the Past is one of those tragi-comic +blessings which each new age denies, coming cocksure on to the stage to +mouth its claim to a perfect novelty. + +The figure of Irene, never, as the reader may possibly have observed, +present, except through the senses of other characters, is a concretion +of disturbing Beauty impinging on a possessive world. + +She turned back into the drawing-room; but in a minute came out, and +stood as if listening. Then she came stealing up the stairs, with a +kitten in her arms. He could see her face bent over the little beast, +which was purring against her neck. Why couldn't she look at him like +that? + +But though the impingement of Beauty and the claims of Freedom on a +possessive world are the main prepossessions of the Forsyte Saga, it +cannot be absolved from the charge of embalming the upper-middle class. + +When a Forsyte was engaged, married, or born, the Forsytes were present; +when a Forsyte died--but no Forsyte had as yet died; they did not die; +death being contrary to their principles, they took precautions against +it, the instinctive precautions of highly vitalized persons who resent +encroachments on their property. + +"It's my opinion," he said unexpectedly, "that it's just as well as it +is." + +The eldest by some years of all the Forsytes, she held a peculiar +position amongst them. Opportunists and egotists one and all-- though +not, indeed, more so than their neighbours--they quailed before her +incorruptible figure, and, when opportunities were too strong, what could +they do but avoid her! + +"I'm bad," he said, pouting--"been bad all the week; don't sleep at +night. The doctor can't tell why. He's a clever fellow, or I shouldn't +have him, but I get nothing out of him but bills." + +There was little sentimentality about the Forsytes. In that great +London, which they had conquered and become merged in, what time had they +to be sentimental? + +A moment passed, and young Jolyon, turning on his heel, marched out at +the door. He could hardly see; his smile quavered. Never in all the +fifteen years since he had first found out that life was no simple +business, had he found it so singularly complicated. + +As in all self-respecting families, an emporium had been established +where family secrets were bartered, and family stock priced. It was +known on Forsyte 'Change that Irene regretted her marriage. Her regret +was disapproved of. She ought to have known her own mind; no dependable +woman made these mistakes. + +Out of his other property, out of all the things he had collected, his +silver, his pictures, his houses, his investments, he got a secret and +intimate feeling; out of her he got none. + +Of all those whom this strange rumour about Bosinney and Mrs. Soames +reached, James was the most affected. He had long forgotten how he had +hovered, lanky and pale, in side whiskers of chestnut hue, round Emily, +in the days of his own courtship. He had long forgotten the small house +in the purlieus of Mayfair, where he had spent the early days of his +married life, or rather, he had long forgotten the early days, not the +small house,--a Forsyte never forgot a house--he had afterwards sold it +at a clear profit of four hundred pounds. + +And those countless Forsytes, who, in the course of innumerable +transactions concerned with property of all sorts (from wives to +water rights).... + +"I now move, 'That the report and accounts for the year 1886 be received +and adopted.' You second that? Those in favour signify the same in the +usual way. Contrary--no. Carried. The next business, gentlemen...." +Soames smiled. Certainly Uncle Jolyon had a way with him! + +Forces regardless of family or class or custom were beating down his +guard; impending events over which he had no control threw their shadows +on his head. The irritation of one accustomed to have his way was, +roused against he knew not what. + +We are, of course, all of us the slaves of property, and I admit that +it's a question of degree, but what I call a 'Forsyte' is a man who is +decidedly more than less a slave of property. He knows a good thing, he +knows a safe thing, and his grip on property--it doesn't matter whether +it be wives, houses, money, or reputation--is his hall-mark."--"Ah!" +murmured Bosinney. "You should patent the word."--"I should like," said +young Jolyon, "to lecture on it: 'Properties and quality of a Forsyte': +This little animal, disturbed by the ridicule of his own sort, is +unaffected in his motions by the laughter of strange creatures (you or +I). Hereditarily disposed to myopia, he recognises only the persons of +his own species, amongst which he passes an existence of competitive +tranquillity." + +"My people," replied young Jolyon, "are not very extreme, and they have +their own private peculiarities, like every other family, but they +possess in a remarkable degree those two qualities which are the real +tests of a Forsyte--the power of never being able to give yourself up to +anything soul and body, and the 'sense of property'." + +An unhappy marriage! No ill-treatment--only that indefinable malaise, +that terrible blight which killed all sweetness under Heaven; and so from +day to day, from night to night, from week to week, from year to year, +till death should end it. + +The more I see of people the more I am convinced that they are never good +or bad--merely comic, or pathetic. You probably don't agree with me!' + +"Don't touch me!" she cried. He caught her wrist; she wrenched it away. +"And where may you have been?" he asked. "In heaven--out of this house!" +With those words she fled upstairs. + +It seemed to young Jolyon that he could hear her saying: "But, darling, +it would ruin you!" For he himself had experienced to the full the +gnawing fear at the bottom of each woman's heart that she is a drag on +the man she loves. + +She had come back like an animal wounded to death, not knowing +where to turn, not knowing what she was doing. + + + + +THE FORSYTE SAGA: + +VOLUME 2. INDIAN SUMMER OF A FORSYTE & IN CHANCERY +/gutenberg/etext01/isoaf10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +"What do you mean by God?" he said; "there are two irreconcilable ideas +of God. There's the Unknowable Creative Principle--one believes in That. +And there's the Sum of altruism in man naturally one believes in That. + +She was such a decided mortal; knew her own mind so terribly well; wanted +things so inexorably until she got them--and then, indeed, often dropped +them like a hot potato. Her mother had been like that, whence had come +all those tears. Not that his incompatibility with his daughter was +anything like what it had been with the first Mrs. Young Jolyon. +One could be amused where a daughter was concerned; in a wife's case +one could not be amused. + +"Thank you for that good lie. + +Love has no age, no limit; and no death. + +Did Nature permit a Forsyte not to make a slave of what he adored? Could +beauty be confided to him? Or should she not be just a visitor, coming +when she would, possessed for moments which passed, to return only at her +own choosing? 'We are a breed of spoilers!' thought Jolyon, 'close and +greedy; the bloom of life is not safe with us. Let her come to me as she +will, when she will, not at all if she will not. Let me be just her +stand-by, her perching-place; never-never her cage!' + +....causing the animal to wake and attack his fleas; for though he was +supposed to have none, nothing could persuade him of the fact. + +It's always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it's +going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary." + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +A thing slipped between him and all previous knowledge +Afraid of being afraid +Afraid to show emotion before his son +Always wanted more than he could have +Aromatic spirituality +As she will, when she will, not at all if she will not +Attack his fleas; for though he was supposed to have none +Avoided expression of all unfashionable emotion +Back of beauty was harmony +Back of harmony was--union +Beauty is the devil, when you're sensitive to it! +Blessed capacity of living again in the young +But it tired him and he was glad to sit down +But the thistledown was still as death +By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love +Change--for there never was any--always upset her very much +Charm; and the quieter it was, the more he liked it +Compassion was checked by the tone of that close voice +Conceived for that law a bitter distaste +Conscious beauty +Detached and brotherly attitude towards his own son +Did not mean to try and get out of it by vulgar explanation +Did not want to be told of an infirmity +Dislike of humbug +Dogs: with rudiments of altruism and a sense of God +Don't care whether we're right or wrong +Don't hurt others more than is absolutely necessary +Early morning does not mince words +Era which had canonised hypocrisy +Evening not conspicuous for open-heartedness +Everything in life he wanted--except a little more breath +Fatigued by the insensitive, he avoided fatiguing others +Felt nearly young +Forgiven me; but she could never forget +Forsytes always bat +Free will was the strength of any tie, and not its weakness +Get something out of everything you do +Greater expense can be incurred for less result than anywhere +Hard-mouthed women who laid down the law +He could not plead with her; even an old man has his dignity +He saw himself reflected: An old-looking chap +Health--He did not want it at such cost +Horses were very uncertain +I have come to an end; if you want me, here I am +I never stop anyone from doing anything +I shan't marry a good man, Auntie, they're so dull! +If not her lover in deed he was in desire +Importance of mundane matters became increasingly grave +Intolerable to be squeezed out slowly, without a say youself +Ironical, which is fatal to expansiveness +Ironically mistrustful +Is anything more pathetic than the faith of the young? +It was their great distraction: To wait! +Know how not to grasp and destroy! +Law takes a low view of human nature +Let her come to me as she will, when she will , +Little notion of how to butter her bread +Living on his capital +Longing to escape in generalities beset him +Love has no age, no limit; and no death +Man had money, he was free in law and fact +Ministered to his daughter's love of domination +More spiritual enjoyment of his coffee and cigar +Never give himself away +Never seemed to have occasion for verbal confidences +Never since had any real regard for conventional morality +Never to see yourself as others see you +No money! What fate could compare with that? +None of them quite knew what she meant +None of us--none of us can hold on for ever! +Not going to run with the hare and hunt with the hounds +Nothing left to do but enjoy beauty from afar off +Nothing overmastering in his feeling +Old men learn to forego their whims +One cannot see the havoc oneself is working +One could break away into irony--as indeed he often had to +One who has never known a struggle with desperation +One's never had enough +Only aversion lasts +Only Time was good for sorrow +Own feelings were not always what mattered most +People who don't live are wonderfully preserved +Perching-place; never-never her cage! +Philosophy of one on whom the world had turned its back +Pity, they said, was akin to love! +Preferred to concentrate on the ownership of themselves +Putting up a brave show of being natural +Quiet possession of his own property +Quivering which comes when a man has received a deadly insult +Self-consciousness is a handicap +Selfishness of age had not set its proper grip on him +Sense of justice stifled condemnation +Servants knew everything, and suspected the rest +Shall not expect this time more than I can get, or she can give +She used to expect me to say it more often than I felt it +Sideways look which had reduced many to silence in its time +Smiled because he could have cried +So difficult to be sorry for him +'So we go out!' he thought 'No more beauty! Nothing?' +Socialists: they want our goods +Sorrowful pleasure +Spirit of the future, with the charm of the unknown +Striking horror of the moral attitude +Sum of altruism in man +Surprised that he could have had so paltry an idea +Tenderness to the young +Thank you for that good lie +Thanks awfully +That dog was a good dog +The Queen--God bless her! +The soundless footsteps on the grass! +There was no one in any sort of authority to notice him +There went the past! +To seem to be respectable was to be +Too afraid of committing himself in any direction +Trees take little account of time +Unfeeling process of legal regulation +Unknowable Creative Principle +Unlikely to benefit its beneficiaries +Wanted things so inexorably until she got them +Waves of sweetness and regret flooded his soul +Weighing you to the ground with care and love +Went out as if afraid of being answered +What do you mean by God? +When you fleece you're sorry +When you're fleeced you're sick +Where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight +Whole world was in conspiracy to limit freedom +With the wisdom of a long life old JoIyon did not speak +Witticism of which he was not the author was hardly to his taste +Wonderful finality about a meal +You have to buy experience + + + + +THE FORSYTE SAGA: + +VOLUME 3. AWAKENING & TO LET +/gutenberg/etext01/tolet10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +Coercion was unpopular, parents had exalted notions of giving their +offspring a good time. They spoiled their rods, spared their children, +and anticipated the results with enthusiasm. + +And yet, in his inner tissue, there was something of the old founder of +his family, a secret tenacity of soul, a dread of showing his feelings, a +determination not to know when he was beaten. Sensitive, imaginative, +affectionate boys get a bad time at school, but Jon had instinctively +kept his nature dark, and been but normally unhappy there + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +A philosopher when he has all that he wants is different +Accustomed to assurance in the youthful manner +Adept at keeping things to herself +Admiration of beauty and longing for possession are not love +Afraid to enjoy to-day for fear he might not enjoy tomorrow +All else, then, was but preliminary to this! +But they could not keep his eyebrows down +Can you stand this spiritualistic racket? +Clear eyes and an almost depressing amount of common sense +Could fear go with a smile? +Delicacy became a somewhat minor consideration +Determination not to know when he was beaten +Difficult it is for elders to give themselves away to the young +Dinner--consecrated to the susceptibilities of the butler +Disliked the idea of dying +Felt suddenly he might say things she would regret +Fixed idea +Guileless snobbery of youth +How much better than men women play a waiting game +I've got it in the neck, only the feeling is really lower down +Inoculated against the germs of love by small doses +Lest by some dreadful inadvertence they might drop into a tune +Life's awful like a lot of monkeys scramblin' for empty nuts +Like a man uninsured, with his ships at sea +Lunch was the sort a man dreams of but seldom gets +Malaise of one who contemplates himself as seen by another +Men were judged in this world rather by what they were +Nobody can spoil a life, my dear +One does not precisely choose with whom one will fall in love +Only sort of life that doesn't hurt anybody; except art +Parasitically clinging on to the effortless close of a life +Private possession underlay everything worth having +Purpose of marriage was children, not mere sinful happiness +Question so moot that it was not mooted +Quiet tenacity with which he had converted a mediocre talent +Spoiled their rods, spared their children +Take himself seriously, yet never bore others +Tarred with cynicism, realism, and immorality like the French +The young have such cheap, hard judgment +They can't have my private property and my public spirit-both +Thought we were progressing--now we know we're only changing +To be kind and keep your end up--there's nothing else in it +Unless one believed there was something in a thing, there wasn't +Victory in defeat +Wishes father thought but they don't breed evidence +You are a giver, Jon; she is a taker +Younger every day, till at last he had been too young to live +Youth's eagerness to give with both hands, to take with neither + + + + +VILLA RUBEIN AND OTHER STORIES +/gutenberg/etext01/vlrbn10.txt + + Villa Rubein + A Man of Devon + A Knight + Salvation of a Forsyte + The Silence + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +I wish you would attend to your own faults, and not pry into other +people's. + +But I think that when we hope, we are not brave, because we are expecting +something for ourselves. Chris says that hope is prayer, and if it is +prayer, then all the time we are hoping, we are asking for something, and +it is not brave to ask for things. + +Then from in front I heard sobbing--a man's sobs; no sound is quite so +dreadful. + +"Ah!" muttered Mr. Treffry, "you're obstinate enough, but obstinacy isn't +strength." + +It has always been my, belief that a man must neither beg anything of a +woman, nor force anything from her. Women are generous--they will give +you what they can. + +Has it ever struck you that each one of us lives on the edge of a +volcano? There is, I imagine, no one who has not some affection or +interest so strong that he counts the rest for nothing, beside it. + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +All I know is, I've got to work +Attend to your own faults, and not pry into other people's +Beastly as a vulgar woman's laugh +But one's alone when it comes to the run-in +Can we never have quite enough? +Charming generalities +Constitutionally averse to being pitied +Contentment that men experience at the misfortunes of an enemy +Could never tell exactly when to stop +Each one of us lives on the edge of a volcano +Every bird singing from the bottom of his heart +Fear and anger in me are very much the same +Free from all self-consciousness +Her imperfections were beautiful to me +How simply he assumed that he was going to be great +In a time of agony one finds out what are the things one can do +It seems always rude to speak the truth +Man can only endure about half his joy; about half his sorrow +Man must neither beg anything of a woman, nor force anything +Men who haven't the courage of their own ideas +Never grossly drunk, and rarely very sober +Not a bad rule that measures men by the balance at their banks +Obstinate enough, but obstinacy isn't strength +Only understand what they can see and touch +People may become utter strangers without a word +So sacred that they melt away at the approach of words +Spring; it makes one want more than one has got +Time is everything +What is it to be brave? +What's not enough for one is not enough for two +When things have come to a crisis, how little one feels +When we hope, we are not brave +With an air of sacrificing to the public good +Women are generous--they will give you what they can +You can't punish unless you make to feel +You may force a body; how can you force a soul? +You're glad that hope is dead, it means rest + + + + +SAINT'S PROGRESS +/gutenberg/etext01/saint10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +The Russian proverb: "The heart of another is a dark forest." + +We're used to it, you see; there's no excitement in what you're used to. + +If geological time be taken as twenty-four hours, man's existence on +earth so far equals just two seconds of it; after a few more seconds, +when man has been frozen off the earth, geological time will stretch for +as long again, before the earth bumps into something, and be comes nebula +once more. God's hands haven't been particularly full, sir, have they-- +two seconds out of twenty-four hours--if man is His pet concern? + +"People do not like you to be different. If ever in your life you act +differently from others, you will find it so, mademoiselle." + +She never went to meet life, but when it came, made the best of it. This +was her secret, and Pierson always felt rested in her presence. + +He opened the gate, uttering one of those prayers which come so glibly +from unbelievers when they want anything. + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +Aesthetic admiration for that old Church +Agreed in the large, and differed in the narrow +All life seemed suddenly a thing of forms and sham +And I don't want to be forgiven +At my age one expects no more than one gets! +Avoided discussion on matters where he might hurt others +Conquests leading to defeats, defeats to conquests +Could not as yet disagree with suavity +Cunning, the astute, the adaptable, will ever rule in times of peace +Daddy's a darling; but I don't always believe what he believes +Depressing to think that I would go on living after death +Difficult for a good man to see the evil round him +Efforts to eliminate instinct +Events are the parents of the future +Events were the children of the past +For we are mad--nothing to speak of, but just a little +Forget all about oneself in what one is doing +God is the helping of man by man +Happiness never comes when you are looking for it +I don't believe, and I can't pray +I shall hate God for His cruelty +I think it's cruel that we can't take what we can while we can +If he'd drop the habits of authority +If you're not ashamed of yourself, no one will be ashamed of you +In opening your hearts you feel that you lose authority +It must be dreadful to grow old, and pass the time! +Let the dead past bury its dead +Life's a huge wide adaptable thing! +Man is His pet concern? +Marvellous speeder-up of Love is War +Men will be just as brutal afterwards--more brutal +My mistress, mademoiselle, is not a thing of flesh. It is art +Needs must when the devil drives--that's all +Oughtn't to mind us taking what we can +People do not like you to be different +Prayers which come so glibly from unbelievers +Revolt against a world so murderous and uncharitable +Seemed to know that in silence was her strength +She never went to meet life +Sheer pride; and I can't subdue it +Silence was her strength +So absorbed in his dismay and concern, that he was almost happy +Speak, or keep silent; try to console; try to pretend? +The heart of another is a dark forest +The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk +The tongue and the pen will rule them +Their lovering had advanced by glance and touch alone +There's no excitement in what you're used to +There's no room on earth for saints in authority +Things are; and we have just to take them +Too long immune from criticism +Too-consciousness that Time was after her +Trust our reason and our senses for what they're worth +Unself-consciousness +Voices had a hard, half-jovial vulgarity +Wake at night and hear the howling of all the packs of the world +We can only find out for ourselves +We can only help ourselves; and I can only bear it if I rebel +We can't take things at second-hand any longer +We do think we ought to have the run of them while we're alive +We love you, but you are not in our secrets +We want to own our consciences +We want to think and decide things for ourselves +What we do is not wrong till it's proved wrong by the result +World will go on the same +You really think God merciful, sir +You think I don't know my own feelings, but I do + + + + +THE ISLAND PHARISEES +/gutenberg/etext01/saint10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +Their life seemed to accord them perfect satisfaction; they were supplied +with their convictions by Society just as, when at home, they were +supplied with all the other necessaries of life by some co-operative +stores. + +"Why should Oi give up me only pleasure to keep me wretched life in? If +you've anything left worth the keeping shober for, keep shober by all +means; if not, the sooner you are dhrunk the better--that stands to +reason." + +These letters of his were the most amazing portion of that fortnight. +They were remarkable for failing to express any single one of his real +thoughts, but they were full of sentiments which were not what he was +truly feeling; and when he set himself to analyse, he had such moments of +delirium that he was scared, and shocked, and quite unable to write +anything. He made the discovery that no two human beings ever tell each +other what they really feel. + +There was nothing in that book to startle him or make him think. + +And yet they were kind--that is, fairly kind--and clean and quiet in the +house, except when they laughed, which was often, and at things which +made him want to howl as a dog howls at music. + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +A contemptuous tolerance for people who were not getting on +Air of knowing everything, and really they knew nothing--nothing +As if man's honour suffered when he's injured +Autocratic manner of settling other people's business +Avoid falling between two stools +Bad business to be unable to take pride in anything one does +Begging the question +Believe without the risk of too much thinking +Casual charity +Christian and good Samaritan are not quite the same +Complacency +Contrived to throw no light on anything whatever +Cultured intolerance +Defying Life to make him look at her +Denial of his right to have a separate point of view +Discontent with the accepted +Don't like unhealthy people +Easy coarseness which is a mark of caste +Fresh journey through the fields of thought +>From a position of security, to watch the sufferings of others +Good form +Half a century of sympathy with weddings of all sorts +Happy as a horse is happy who never leaves his stall +Her splendid optimism, damped him +How fine a thing is virtue +Hypnotised and fascinated even by her failings +I never managed to begin a hobby +If tongue be given to them, the flavour vanishes from ideas +If you can't find anything to make you laugh, pretend you do +Kissed a strange, cold, frightened look, into her eyes +Lacked-feelers +Like a scolded dog, he kept his troubled watch upon her face +Man who never rebuked a servant +Misgivings which attend on casual charity +Moral asthma +Moral Salesman +Moral steam-roller had passed over it +Morality-everybody's private instinct of self-preservation +Morals made by men +Never felt as yet the want of any occupation +No two human beings ever tell each other what they really feel +Not his fault that half the world was dark +Nothing in that book to startle him or make him think +Of course! The words seemed very much or very little +One from whom the half of life must be excluded +Overwork personified +Potent law of hobbies controlled the upper classes +Professional intolerance +Putting into words things that can't be put in words +Secret that her eyes were not his eyes +Settled down to complete the purchase of his wife. +She had not resisted, but he had kissed the smile away +Sign of private moral judgment was to have lost your soul +Something new, and spiced with tragic sauce +Supplied with their convictions by Society +Sympathy that has no insight +To do nothing is unworthy of a man! +Too "smart" to keep their heads for long above the water +Truth 's the very devil +Unconscious that they themselves were funny to others +Weighty dignity of attitude +Well, I don't want to see the gloomy side +What humbugs we all are +What they do not understand they dread and they despise +What's called virtue is nearly always only luck +When we begin to be real, we only really begin to be false +Words the Impostors + + + + +THE COUNTRY HOUSE +/gutenberg/etext01/chous10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +You want to build before you've laid your foundations," said Mr. Paramor. +"You let your feelings carry you away. + +Next to him was Mrs. Hussell Barter, with that touching look to be seen +on the faces of many English ladies, that look of women who are always +doing their duty, their rather painful duty; whose eyes, above cheeks +creased and withered, once rose-leaf hued, now over-coloured by strong +weather, are starry and anxious; whose speech is simple, sympathetic, +direct, a little shy, a little hopeless, yet always hopeful; who are ever +surrounded by children, invalids, old people, all looking to them for +support; who have never known the luxury of breaking down. + +The Rector, who practically never suffered, disliked the thought and +sight of others' suffering. Up to this day, indeed, there had been none +to dislike, for in answer to inquiries his wife had always said "No, +dear, no; I'm all right--really, it's nothing." And she had always said +it smiling, even when her smiling lips were white. But this morning in +trying to say it she had failed to smile. Her eyes had lost their +hopelessly hopeful shining, and sharply between her teeth she said: "Send +for Dr. Wilson, Hussell." + +Man who, having turned all social problems over in his mind, had decided +that there was no real safety but in the past. + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +Admiration: Love of admiration plays old Harry with women +Careless pity of the young for the old +Clothes were unostentatiously perfect +Decreed of mothers that their birth pangs shall not cease +Desired his emotion to be forgotten +Did not intend to think of the future--present is bad enough +Have never known the luxury of breaking down +Head had been rendered somewhat bald by thought +Hopelessly hopeful +Imagination he distrusted +Inborn sense that she had no need to ask for things +Inconsistency between his theory and his dismay +Infirmity had been growing on him ever since his marriage +Just as well be a dog as a girl, for anything anyone tells you +Man to whom things do not come too easily +Nature is ironical +No real safety but in the past +None of them wished to be the first to speak +Only command likely to be obeyed that came into his head +Only just waiting till to-morrow morning--to kill something +Pendyces never asked their way to anything +People won't make allowances for each other +Perceiving her to be a lady, he went away +She had been born unconscious of her neighbours' scrutinies +Stumbling its little way along with such blind certainty +Taken its stand no sooner than it must, no later than it ought +That which a well-bred woman leaves unanswered +Things that people do get about before they've done them! +Thrilling at the touch of each other's arms +What does 'without prejudice' in this letter mean? +Women who are always doing their duty, their rather painful duty +You want to build before you've laid your foundations + + + + +FRATERNITY +/gutenberg/etext01/frtrn10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +Hilary was no young person, like his niece or Martin, to whom everything +seemed simple; nor was he an old person like their grandfather, for whom +life had lost its complications. + +This tragedy of a woman, who wanted to be loved, slowly killing the power +of loving her in the man, had gone on year after year. + +The sentiment that men call honour is of doubtful value. + +Hilary, who, it has been seen, lived in thoughts about events rather than +in events themselves. + +By love I mean the forgetfulness of self. Unions are frequent in which +only the sexual instincts, or the remembrance of self, are roused. + +Little things are all big with the past, of whose chain they are the +latest links, they frequently produce what apparently are great results. + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +Aches to construct something ere he die +By love I mean the forgetfulness of self +Cheapness of this verbiage +Delighting in the present moment +Distrust of her own feelings to give way to them completely +"Each of us," he said, "has a shadow in those places." +Fear of meddling too much, of not meddling enough +Governed by ungovernable pride +Habit of thinking for himself +Human heart," he murmured, "is the tomb of many feelings." +I never suspected him of goin' to live +I will not consent to be a drag on anyone +"If I practise hard," he murmured, "I shall master it." +Immoral to hurt anybody but himself. +Little things are all big with the past +Lived in thoughts about events rather than in events themselves +Love for open air and facts +Low opinion of human nature +Man abstracted, faintly contemptuous of other forms of life +One's got to draw the line." "Ah!" said Cecilia; "where?" +Pabulum of varying theories of future life +Pass out of the country of the understanding of the young +People do miss things when they are old! +Perversity which she found so conspicuous in her servants +Placed beyond the realms of want, who speculated in ideas +Primeval love of stalking +She struggled loyally with her emotion +Simple unspiritual natures of delighting in the present moment +That other mistress with whom he spent so many evening hours +The Old--for whom life had lost its complications +The sentiment that men call honour is of doubtful value +They'll soon have no ankles to reveal +Thinker meditating upon action +Ungovernable itch to be appreciated +Unless--unless they closed their ears, and eyes, and noses +Wanted to be loved, slowly killing the power of loving +When alive, have been served with careless parsimony +You must not laugh at life--that is blasphemy +"You're worth more," muttered Hilary, "than I can ever give you." +Young--to whom everything seemed simple + + + + +THE PATRICIAN +/gutenberg/etext01/ptrcn10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +Bertie was standing, more inscrutable and neat than ever, in a perfectly +tied cravatte, perfectly cut riding breeches, and boots worn and polished +till a sooty glow shone through their natural russet. Not specially +dandified in his usual dress, Bertie Caradoc would almost sooner have +died than disgrace a horse. + +Or was it some glimmering perception of the old Greek saying--'Character +is Fate;' some sudden sense of the universal truth that all are in bond +to their own natures, and what a man has most desired shall in the end +enslave him? + +And then, of all the awful feelings man or woman can know, she +experienced the worst: She could not cry! + +"A man who gives advice," he said at last, "is always something of a +fool." + +And in queer, cheery-looking apathy--not far removed perhaps from +despair--he sat, watching the leaves turn over and fall. + +"That's the trouble. He suffers from swollen principles--only wish he +could keep them out of his speeches." + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +Asked no better fate than to have every minute occupied +Awe-inspiring thing, the power of scandal +Better, sir, it should run a risk than have no risk to run +Cheery-looking apathy--not far removed perhaps from despair +Contrivances that hold even the best of women together +Could not cry! +Detached, and perhaps sarcastic face +Electors, who, finding uncertainty distasteful +Excellent manners that have no mannerisms +Faculty of not being bored with his own society +Feeling of irritation which so rapidly attacks the old +Few things that matter, but they matter very much +Having that passion for work requiring no initiation +He suffers from swollen principles +Horse could ever so far forget himself in such a place +I won't ever want what you can't give +If only there were no chains, no walls +Impossible to get him to look at things in a complicated way +Insinuations about the private affairs of others +Insolent poise of those who are above doubts and cares +Lest they should lose belief in their own strength +Man who gives advice is a fool +Man who knows his own mind and is contented with that knowledge +Mayn't they love each other, if they want? +Never talked of women, and none talked of women in his presence +Not being a crying woman, she suffered quietly +Not going to cry, she wanted time to get over the feeling +Not necessary to speak in order to sustain a conversation +Not the man to see what was not intended for him +Occasionally employing irony, she detested it in others +Old age was pathetically trying +People who wanted to meddle with everything +Royal Family if they were allowed to marry as they liked? +Scandal.: Simple statements of simple facts +Secrecy is strength +Secret spring of certainty +She experienced the worst: She could not cry! +Solemn delicious creatures, all front and no behind +Speech seemed but desecration +Temperamentally unable to beg anything of anybody +The boy--for what else was thirty to seventy-six? +They forgot everything but happiness +To a woman the preciousness of her reputation was a fiction +To shut one's eyes, and be happy--was it possible! +Touching evidences of man's desire to persist for ever +Trouble of youth lasted on almost to old age +Unbound as yet by the fascination of fame or fees +What a man has most desired shall in the end enslave him? +Withdrawing room +Would almost sooner have died than disgrace a horse + + + + +THE BURNING SPEAR +/gutenberg/etext01/bsper10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +It was, in fact, that hour of dawn when a shiver goes through the world. + +But there are many things we public men would never do if we could see +them being done. Fortunately, as a rule we cannot. + +I don't want to sacrifice nobody to satisfy my aspirations. Why? +Because I've got none. That's priceless. Take the Press, take +Parlyment, take Mayors--all mad on aspirations. Now it's Free Trade, now +it's Imperialism; now it's Liberty in Europe; now it's Slavery in +Ireland; now it's sacrifice of the last man an' the last dollar. You +never can tell what aspiration'll get 'em next. And the 'ole point of an +aspiration is the sacrifice of someone else. + +"All these fellers 'ave got two weaknesses--one's ideas, and the other's +their own importance. They've got to be conspicuous, and without ideas +they can't, so it's a vicious circle. When I see a man bein' +conspicuous, I says to meself: 'Gawd 'elp us, we shall want it!' And +sooner or later we always do. I'll tell you what's the curse of the +world, sir; it's the gift of expressin' what ain't your real feeling. +And--Lord! what a lot of us 'ave got it!" + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +"'adn't an aitch in their eads." +Curious existences sometimes to be met with, in doing no harm +Gift of expressin' what ain't your real feeling +Half-realized insults +Look at the things they say, and at what really is +Looked his fellows in the face without seeing what was in it. +Never ought to take it on 'earsay from the papers +Point of an aspiration is the sacrifice of somone else +Would never do if we could see them being done + + + + +FIVE SHORT TALES +/gutenberg/etext01/5tale10.txt + + The First and Last + A Stoic + The Apple Tree + The Juryman + Indian Summer of a Forsyte + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +We've got to be kind, and help one another, and not expect too much, and +not think too much. That's--all! + +And he thought 'Young beggar--wish I were his age!' The utter injustice +of having an old and helpless body, when your desire for enjoyment was as +great as ever! They said a man was as old as he felt! Fools! A man was +as old as his legs and arms, and not a day younger. + +"I don't believe in believing things because one wants to." + +Though she had been told that he was not to come, instinct had kept her +there; or the pathetic, aching hope against hope which lovers never part +with. + +Full of who knows what contempt of age for youth; and youth for age; the +old man resenting this young pup's aspiration to his granddaughter; the +young man annoyed that this old image had dragged him away before he +wished to go. + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +"Are you sure you ought, sir?"--"No, but I'm going to." +Aromatic spirituality +Attacked his fleas--though he was supposed to have none +Awaken in one a desire to get up and leave the room +Be kind, and help one another, and not expect too much +Blessed capacity of living again in the young +But it tired him and he was glad to sit down +But the thistledown was still as death +By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love +Charm; and the quieter it was, the more he liked it +Contempt of age for youth; and youth for age +Did not mean to try and get out of it by vulgar explanation +Did not want to be told of an infirmity +Dislike of humbug +Don't believe in believing things because one wants to. +Early morning does not mince words +Fatigued by the insensitive, he instinctively avoided fatiguing +Felt nearly young +Forgiven me; but she could never forget +Forsytes always bat +Had learned not to be a philosopher in the bosom of his family +Hard-mouthed women who laid down the law +He could not plead with her; even an old man has his dignity +He had not wavered in the usual assumption of omniscience +He saw himself reflected. An old-looking chap +Health--He did not want it at such cost +How long a starving man could go without losing his self-respect +If only she weren't quite so self-contained +Injustice of having an old and helpless body +Instinctive rejection of all but the essential +Intolerable to be squeezed out slowly, without a say youself +Keep a stiff lip until you crashed, and then go clean! +Life wears you out--wears you out. +Little notion of how to butter her bread +Living on his capital +Longing to escape in generalities beset him. +Love has no age, no limit; and no death +More spiritual enjoyment of his coffee and cigar +No money! What fate could compare with that? +Nothing left to do but enjoy beauty from afar off +"Oh! Isn't money horrible, Guardy?"--"The want of it." +Old men learn to forego their whims +One cannot see the havoc oneself is working +One who has never known a struggle with desperation +One's never had enough +Only Time was good for sorrow +Pathetic, aching hope against hope which lovers never part with +Piety which was just sexual disappointment +Poor old man, let um have his pleasure. +Poor shaky chap. All to pieces at the first shot! +Reward--what you can get for being good +Selfishness of age had not set its proper grip on him +Sense of justice stifled condemnation +Servants knew everything, and suspected the rest +She used to expect me to say it more often than I felt it +'So we go out!' he thought. 'No more beauty! Nothing?' +Sorrowful pleasure +Spirit of the future, with the charm of the unknown +Surprised that he could have had so paltry an idea +Swivel chairs which give one an advantage +That dog was a good dog. +The soundless footsteps on the grass! +There was no one in any sort of authority to notice him +Waves of sweetness and regret flooded his soul. +Weighing you to the ground with care and love +What he wanted, though much, was not quite all that mattered +Whole world was in conspiracy to limit freedom +With the wisdom of a long life old JoIyon did not speak +Wonderful finality about a meal + + + + +ESSAYS AND STUDIES: + +INN OF TRANQUILITY +/gutenberg/etext01/inntr10.txt + + Inn of Tranquillity + Magpie over the Hill + Sheep-shearing + Evolution + Riding in the Mist + The Procession + A Christian + Wind in the Rocks + My Distant Relative + The Black Godmother + + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +This air so crystal clear, so far above incense and the narcotics of set +creeds, and the fevered breath of prayers and protestations. + +Those whose temperaments and religions show them all things so plainly +that they know they are right and others wrong? + +For if they do not find it ridiculous to feel contempt, they are +perfectly right to feel contempt, it being natural to them; and you have +no business to be sorry for them, for that is, after all, only your +euphemism for contempt. + +The cause of atrocities is generally the violence of Fear. Panic's at +the back of most crimes and follies. + +Civilisation, so possessed by a new toy each day that she has no time to +master its use--naive creature lost amid her own discoveries! + +For there was in his smile the glamour of adventure just for the sake of +danger; all that high instinct which takes a man out of his chair to +brave what he need not. + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +A little bit of continuity +Above incense and the narcotics of set creeds +Adventure just for the sake of danger +Affairs of the nation moved him so much more strongly than his +And we, too, some day would no longer love +Discovery that we were not yet dead +Dog that swam when it did not bark +Ecstasy of hot recklessness to the clutching of chill fear +Elation of those who set out before the sun has risen +Fear! It's the black godmother of all damnable things +It's the thing comin' on you, and no way out of it +Not one little "I" breathed here, and loved! +O God, what things man sees when he goes out without a gun +Panic's at the back of most crimes and follies, +Passion is atrophied from never having been in use +Perfect marvel of disharmony +Quality of silence +Sorrow don't buy bread +Sorry--euphemism for contempt +Temperaments and religions show them all things so plainly, +To and fro with their usual sad energy +Watching over her with eyes that seemed to see something else +What Earth had been through in her time +You think it's worse, then, than it used to be? + + + + +QUALITY +/gutenberg/etext01/qualt10.txt + + Quality + The Grand Jury + Gone + Threshing + That Old-Time Place + Romance--Three Gleams + Memories + Felicity + + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +"Isn't it awfully hard to do, Mr. Gessler?"-- And his answer, given with +a sudden smile from out of the sardonic redness of his beard: "Id is an +Ardt!" + +And his working coat so ragged that it would never cling to him but for +pure affection. -- To watch him even now makes one feel how terrible is +that dumb grief which has never learned to moan. + +Words--those poor husks of sentiment! + +For work in the country does not wait on illness--even death claims from +its onlookers but a few hours, birth none at all, and it is as well; for +what must be must, and in work alone man rests from grief. + +A private grudge against Time and a personal pleasure in finishing this +job. + +Full day has come again. But the face of it is a little strange, it is +not like yesterday. Queer--to think, no day is like to a day that's past +and no night like a night that's coming! Why, then, fear death, which is +but night? Why care, if next day have different face and spirit? + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +Blindfolded by its own history +Comfortable reassurance that one was still his client +Dumb grief which has never learned to moan +Gilt-edged orthodoxy +Glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others +He have all the pleasure, I have all the work +He was asleep, for he knew not remorse +In work alone man rests from grief +Kind of sporting energy, a defiant spurt +Meaning what one says, so necessary to keep dogs virtuous +Private grudge against Time +Rhythmic nothingness +Such were only embroideries of Fate +Suddenly he sat down to make sure of his own legs +Unholy interest in thus dealing with the lives of my fellow men +Why, then, fear death, which is but night? +Words--those poor husks of sentiment! + + + + +CONCERNING LETTERS +/gutenberg/etext01/cnlet10.txt + + Concerning Letters + A Novelist's Allegory + Some Platitudes Concerning Drama + Meditation on Finality + Wanted--Schooling + On Our Dislike of Things as They Are + The Windlestraw + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +The dreamer spoke to her: "Who are you, standing there in the darkness +with those eyes that I can hardly bear to look at? Who are you?"-- And +the woman answered: "Friend, I am your Conscience; I am the Truth as best +it may be seen by you. I am she whom you exist to serve." + +A gleam of light, like a faint moonbeam, stole out into the garden of his +despair. + +Nothing, however, is more dubious than the way in which these two words +"pessimist" and "optimist" are used; for the optimist appears to be he +who cannot bear the world as it is, and is forced by his nature to +picture it as it ought to be, and the pessimist one who cannot only bear +the world as it is, but loves it well enough to draw it faithfully. + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +Conscience; I am the Truth as best it may be seen by you +Garden of his despair +I am myself the Public +Often turned it from a picture into a caricature +"Pessimist" and "optimist" +Told, and therefore must believe + + + + +ABOUT CENSORSHIP AND VAGUE THOUGHTS ON ART +/gutenberg/etext01/cnart10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +And I agree that this rhythmic relation of part to part, and part to +whole--in short, vitality--is the one quality inseparable from a work of +Art. For nothing which does not seem to a man possessed of this rhythmic +vitality, can ever steal him out of himself. + +The active amusements and relaxations of life can only rest certain of +our faculties, by indulging others; the whole self is never rested save +through that unconsciousness of self, which comes through rapt +contemplation of Nature or of Art. + +And, here and there, amid the disasters and wreckage of their voyages of +discovery, they will find something new, some fresh way of embellishing +life, or of revealing the heart of things. + +Beauty! An awkward word--a perpetual begging of the question; too +current in use, too ambiguous altogether; now too narrow, now too wide--a +word, in fact, too glib to know at all what it means. + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +An age must always decry itself and extol its forbears +Art is greater than Life +Art that does not distract them without causing them to think +Beauty! An awkward word--a perpetual begging of the question +Certainty +Death may be the end of man, or Death may be nothing +Everything is worth the doing well +Freedom from the dull tedium of responsibility +Introspection causes discomfort +It is not my profession to know things for certain +Itch to get outside ourselves +Know things for certain +Lost all the good of the old, and given us nothing in its place +Replaces within me interest in myself by interest in itself +Rhythmic relation of part to part, and part to whole, +Spurious glamour is inclined to gather around what is new +Superlative, instead of a comparative, clarity of vision +Those whose sacred suns and moons are ever in the past +Time is essential to the proper placing and estimate of all Art +Tomorrow only can tell us which is which +Truth admits but the one rule: No deficiency, and no excess +Turgenev a realist? No greater poet ever wrote in prose +Unconsciousness of self +Vitality--the one quality inseparable from a work of Art +When a thing is new how shall it be judged? + + + + +PLAYS: FIRST SERIES: + +THE SILVER BOX +/gutenberg/etext01/silbx10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +I've no patience with your talk of reform--all that nonsense about social +policy. We know perfectly well what it is they want; they want things +for themselves. Those Socialists and Labour men are an absolutely +selfish set of people. They have no sense of patriotism, like the upper +classes; they simply want what we've got. + +I quite agree with what this man says: Education is simply ruining the +lower classes. It unsettles them, and that's the worst thing for us all. +I see an enormous difference in the manner of servants. + +He 's not a bad man really. Sometimes he'll speak quite kind to me, but +I've stood so much from him, I don't feel it in me to speak kind back, +but just keep myself to myself. + + + + +JOY +/gutenberg/etext01/gljoy10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +If only I could believe I was necessary to you! + +Ah, my dear! We're all the same; we're all as hollow as that tree! When +it's ourselves it's always a special case! + +Positive cool voice of a young man who knows that he knows everything. +He is perfectly calm. + +They must go their own ways, poor things! She can't put herself in the +child's place, and the child can't put herself in Molly's. A woman and a +girl--there's the tree of life between them! + +Ashamed? Am I to live all my life like a dead woman because you're +ashamed? Am I to live like the dead because you 're a child that knows +nothing of life? Listen, Joy, you 'd better understand this once for +all. Your Father has no right over me and he knows it. We 've been +hateful to each other for years. Can you understand that? Don't cover +your face like a child--look at me. + + + + +STRIFE +/gutenberg/etext01/strif10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +ENID. [In a changed voice, stroking his sleeve.] Father, you know you +oughtn't to have this strain on you--you know what Dr. Fisher said! +ANTHONY. No old man can afford to listen to old women. + +I am not aware that if my adversary suffer in a fair fight not sought by +me, it is my fault. If I fall under his feet--as fall I may--I shall not +complain. That will be my look-out--and this is--his. I cannot +separate, as I would, these men from their women and children. A fair +fight is a fair fight! Let them learn to think before they pick a +quarrel! + +These are the words of my own son. They are the words of a generation +that I don't understand; the words of a soft breed. + +It seems the fashion nowadays for men to take their enemy's side. I have +not learnt that art. + + + + +PLAYS: SECOND SERIES: + +THE ELDEST SON +/gutenberg/etext01/eldsn10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +....whose choleric autocracy is veiled by a thin urbanity. + +But I don't see the use in drawin' hard and fast rules. You only have to +break 'em. + +Yes, I know. Women always get the worst of these things. That's +natural. + +Because I'm a rotter in one way, I'm not necessarily a rotter in all. + + + + +THE LITTLE DREAM +/gutenberg/etext01/ldrem10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +"You have all the world; and I have nothing."--"Except Felsman, and the +mountains."--"It is not good to eat only bread." + +The life of men in crowds is mine--of lamplight in the streets at dawn. +[Softly] I have a thousand loves, and never one too long. + +There is religion so deep that no man knows what it means. There is +religion so shallow, you may have it by turning a handle. We have +everything. + + + + +JUSTICE +/gutenberg/etext01/justc10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +According to you, no one would ever prosecute. + +"I shouldn't be surprised if he was tempted."--"Life's one long +temptation...." + +But is a man to be lost because he is bred and born with a weak +character? Gentlemen, men like the prisoner are destroyed daily under +our law for want of that human insight which sees them as they are, +patients, and not criminals. If the prisoner be found guilty, and +treated as though he were a criminal type, he will, as all experience +shows, in all probability become one. + + + + +PLAYS: THIRD SERIES: + +THE FUGITIVE +/gutenberg/etext01/fugtv10.txt + +An upright, well-groomed, grey-moustached, red-faced man of sixty-seven, +with a keen eye for molehills, and none at all for mountains. + +Blessed be the respectable! May they dream of--me! And blessed be all +men of the world! May they perish of a surfeit of--good form! + +Besides, I oughtn't to have married if I wasn't going to be happy. You +see, I'm not a bit misunderstood or ill-treated. It's only.... + +Very likely--the first birds do. But if she drops half-way it's better +than if she'd never flown. Your sister, sir, is trying the wings of her +spirit, out of the old slave market. For women as for men, there's more +than one kind of dishonour, Captain Huntingdon, and worse things than +being dead. + +Do you know, Clare, I think it's awful about you! You're too fine, and +not fine enough, to put up with things; you're too sensitive to take +help, and you're not strong enough to do without it. It's simply tragic. + +I've often noticed parsons' daughters grow up queer. Get too much +morality and rice puddin'. + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +>From exchanging ideas to something else, isn't very far +It isn't to be manufactured, is it? +Keen eye for molehills, and none at all for mountains +Love liberty in those who don't belong to us +Made up my mind to go back to my owner +May they perish of a surfeit of--good form! +Never apologize +Out of the old slave market +Thorough-bred mongrel +Too fine, and not fine enough + + + + +THE PIGEON +/gutenberg/etext01/pigon10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +Monsieur, you have there the greatest comedy of life! How anxious are +the tame birds to do the wild birds good. [His voice changes.] For the +wild birds it is not funny. There is in some human souls, Monsieur, what +cannot be made tame. + +If she is dead! What fortune! + +I am not good for her--it is not good for simple souls to be with those +who see things clear. For the great part of mankind, to see anything--is +fatal. + +To be so near to death has done me good; I shall not lack courage any +more till the wind blows on my grave. + +We wild ones--we know a thousand times more of life than ever will those +sirs. They waste their time trying to make rooks white. Be kind to us +if you will, or let us alone like Mees Ann, but do not try to change our +skins. + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +Drink certainly changing thine to mine +How anxious are the tame birds to do the wild birds good +If she is dead! What fortune! +La mort--le grand ami +Not good for simple souls to be with those who see things clear +Nothing that gives more courage than to see the irony +Quiet delight of an English artist actually understood +Tame birds pluck wild birds naked +Waste their time trying to make rooks white +We all have our discrepancies, Vicar +When all is done, there are always us hopeless ones +Without that, Monsieur, all is dry as a parched skin of orange + + + + +THE MOB +/gutenberg/etext01/glmob10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +"There are very excellent reasons for the Government's policy."--"There +are always excellent reasons for having your way with the weak." + +"Nations can't let each other alone."--"Big ones could let little ones +alone."--"If they could there'd be no big ones." + +Half-shy, half-bold manners, alternately rude and over polite. + +Is a man only to hold beliefs when they're popular? + +Mob is just conglomerate essence of simple men. + +My country, right or wrong! Guilty--still my country! + + +LINES FROM THE TEXT: + +Conglomerate excrescence +Contradictious eyebrows +If they could there'd be no big ones +Law that governs the action of all mobs--the law of Force +Let no man stand to his guns in face of popular attack +Nations are bad judges of their honour +People so wide apart don't love +Popular opinion is to control the utterances of her politicians +To fight to a finish; knowing you must be beaten +We must show Impudence at last that Dignity is not asleep + + + + +PLAYS: FOURTH SERIES: + +A BIT O' LOVE +/gutenberg/etext01/bolov10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +But 'tes no yuse espectin' tu much o' this world. 'Tes a funny place. + +I never thought to luse 'er. She never told me 'ow bad she was, afore +she tuk to 'er bed. 'Tis a dreadful thing to luse a wife, zurr. + +A faint smile hovers about his lips that Nature has made rather full and +he has made thin, as though keeping a hard secret; but his bright grey +eyes, dark round the rim, look out and upwards almost as if he were being +crucified. There is something about the whole of him that makes him seen +not quite present. A gentle creature, burnt within. + +It isn't enough to love people because they're good to you, or because in +some way or other you're going to get something by it. We have to love +because we love loving. + + + + +THE FOUNDATIONS +/gutenberg/etext01/fndat10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +You send 'er the ten bob a week wivaht syin' anyfink, an' she'll fink it +comes from Gawd or the Gover'ment yer cawn't tell one from t'other in +Befnal Green. + +"She's awfully virtuous, though, isn't she?"--"'Tisn't so much the bein' +virtuous, as the lookin' it, that's awful." + +THE PRESS shakes his head. Still--it's an easy life! I've regretted +sometimes that I didn't have a shot at it myself; influencin' other +people without disclosin' your identity--something very attractive about +that. + +If I'd bin Prime Minister I'd 'ave 'ad the Press's gas cut 'orf at the +meter. Puffect liberty, of course, nao Censorship; just sy wot yer like- +-an' never be 'eard of no more. + + + + +THE SKIN GAME +/gutenberg/etext01/skgam10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +It takes generations to learn to live and let live. + +My dear, I always let people have the last word. It makes them--feel +funny. + +When we began this fight, we had clean hands--are they clean now? What's +gentility worth if it can't stand fire? + +When I deceived him, I'd have deceived God Himself--I was so desperate. +You've never been right down in the mud. You can't understand what I've +been through. + +Ye talk about good form and all that sort o' thing. It's just the +comfortable doctrine of the man in the saddle; sentimental varnish. + + + + +SIX SHORT PLAYS: + +THE FIRST AND THE LAST +/gutenberg/etext01/flast10.txt + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: + +Perhaps he was hungry. I have been hungry: you do things then that you +would not. + +Millions suffer for no mortal reason. + +Poor child! When we die, Wanda, let's go together. We should keep each +other warm out in the dark. + +I tell you she's devoted. Did you ever pick up a lost dog? Well, she +has the lost dog's love for me. And I for her; we picked each other up. + +We shall be free in the dark; free of their cursed inhumanities. I hate +this world--I loathe it! I hate its God-forsaken savagery; its pride and +smugness! Keith's world--all righteous will-power and success. + + + + +THE LITTLE MAN +/gutenberg/etext01/ltman10.txt + +We allow more freedom to the individual soul. Where there's something +little and weak, we feel it kind of noble to give up to it. That way we +feel elevated. + +I judge a hero is just a person that'll help another at the expense of +himself. + +I guess you've got to pinch those waiters some to make 'em skip. + +I guess you don't know how good you are. + +You are typical, sir, of the sentiments of modern Christianity. + + + + +FOUR OF THE SIX SHORT PLAYS +/gutenberg/etext01/shply10.txt + + Hall-Marked + Defeat + The Sun + Punch and Go + +PASSAGES FROM THE TEXTS: + +Why don't we live, instead of writing of it? [She points out unto the +moonlight] What do we get out of life? Money, fame, fashion, talk, +learning? Yes. And what good are they? I want to live! + +I don't hate even the English--I despise them. I despise my people too; +even more, because they began this war. Oh! I know that. I despise all +the peoples. 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