He needs guilty men. So he has found men who are guilty. Though perhaps not guilty as charged.
He is struck by her overview of his situation. It is as if she has understood his life. He is taken by an impulse to clasp her hand and ask her to marry him; even if they did not get on in bed, she se...
He had meant to write to Gregory and say, I have seen such a sweet girl, I will find out who she is and, if I steer our family adroitly in the next few years, perhaps you can marry her. He has not wri...
He does not know what caused him to break off from Weston and walk out. Perhaps it was when the boy said 'forty-five or fifty'. As if, past mid-life, there is a second childhood, a new phase of innoce...
For I imagine the devil, when he goes to walk in the world, spruces himself in his dressing room, where the fire burns blue in its grate and the mirrors are draped with black. I imagine how he sleeks...
Exactly, he says. And look, Gregory, it’s all very well planning what you will do in six months, what you will do in a year, but it’s no good at all if you don’t have a plan for tomorrow.
Damn it all, Cromwell, why are you such a . . . person? It isn’t as if you could afford to be.
Come to that, don't pay out good money for horoscopes. If things are going to go badly for you, is that what you need to know as you saddle up?
But you see, Crumb, it is hard to give up what you have worked at since you were a boy. There were some Italian visitors once, they were cheering us on, Brandon and myself, and they thought that Achil...
But Parliament cannot see how it is the state's job to create work. Are not these matters in God's hands, and is not poverty and dereliction part of his eternal order? To everything there is a season:...
Anne says, It is all about me.
Anne climbing the marble steps to Heaven, her good deeds like jewels weighting wrists and neck.
And the more the king snips and carps, the more do his petitioners seek out the company of Cromwell, so unfailing in his amiable courtesy. At home, Jo comes to him looking perplexed. She
And Louis is weak. Let him give an inch, and some Cromwell will appear.
Already d'Anton did not believe this. He recognized it as a disclaimer that Camille would issue from time to time in the hope of disguising the fact that he was an inveterate hell-raiser.
A printing press that can write its own books? A mind that thinks about itself? If I don’t have it, at least the King of France doesn’t either.
A phrase runs through his head – was it Thomas More’s? – ‘the peace of the hen coop when the fox has run home’. He sees the scattered carcasses,
He wonders, why should my wife worry about women who have no sons? Possibly it's something women do: spend time imagining what it's like to be each other.
. .She turns her head away, but through the thin film of her veil he can see her skin glow. Because women will coax: tell me, just tell me something, tell me your thoughts; and this he has done.
Жил некогда в Фессалии поэт по имени Симонид. Богач Скопа пригласил его на пир прочитать хвалебную оду в свою честь. У поэтов бывают странные причуды, и Симонид включил в оду хвалы небесным близнецам...