He was, and he knew it, very quietly in love with the little Manchu. His love demanded nothing, not even reply; it was a tribute of the mind, to which his senses added only a flavor.
You were contemplating the mountain, Mr. Conway? Came the inquiry.Yes, it's a fine sight. It has a name, I suppose?It is called KarakalI don't think I've ever heard of it. Is is very high?Over twenty-...
His guests found it fun to watch him make tea -- mixing careful spoonfuls from different caddies.
1916…. The Somme Battle. Twenty-three names read out one Sunday evening.
Then the whole range, much nearer now, paled into fresh splendor; a full moon rose, touching each peak in succession like some celestial lamplighter, until the long horizon glittered against a blue-bl...
He had, in fact, already begun to sink into that creeping dry rot of pedagogy which is the worst and ultimate pitfall of the profession; giving the same lessons year after year had formed a groove int...
He was forty-eight — an age at which permanence of habits begins to be predictable.
Moonlight faded after a time, and with it that distant specter of the mountain; then the triple mischiefs of darkness, cold, and wind increased until dawn. As though at its signal, the wind dropped, l...
He had suddenly come to realize a single facet of the promised jewel; he had Time, Time for everything that he wished to happen, such Time that desire itself was quenched in the certainty of fulfillme...
Life's more important than a living. So many people who make a living are making death, not life. Don't ever join them. They're the gravediggers of our civilization - The safe men. The compromisers. T...
And what if it’s a trap? asked Mallinson, but Barnard supplied an answer. A nice warm trap, he said, with a piece of cheese in it, would suit me down to the ground.
His was one of those well-groomed reputations that get the most out of everything; any unusual holiday acquires the character of an exploration, and though the explorer takes care to do nothing really...
My friend, it is not an arduous task that I bequeath, for our order knows only silken bonds. To be gentle and patient, to care for the riches of the mind, to preside in wisdom and secrecy while the st...
The first quarter-century of your life was doubtless lived under the cloud of being too young for things, while the last quarter-century would normally be shadowed by the still darker cloud of being t...
Grins and disregarding silence met the shouts of the four imprisoned passengers, while the slightest attempt to alight provoked a menacing movement from a score of rifles. Conway, who knew a little Pu...
For he did not, he would have said, care for women; he never felt at home or at ease with them; and that monstrous creature beginning to be talked about, the New Woman of the nineties, filled him with...
Suspicion had sometimes been current that he really was as unruffled as he looked, and that whatever happened, he did not give a damn. But this, too, like the laziness, was an imperfect interpretation...
_ What do the [monks] do? [...]_ They devote themselves, madam, to contemplation and to the pursuit of wisdom._ But that isn't *doing* anything._ Then, madam, they do nothing._ I thought as much.
When you grow older you miss that eagerness; life may be happy, you may have health and wealth and love and success, but the odds are that you never look forward as you once did to a single golden day...
Laziness in doing stupid things can be a great virtue
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