Indoors herself, partaking of tea with old Mrs Butterworth, she reflected that it is impossible to foretell the future with any degree of accuracy, that it is impossible to rehearse life. A fault in t...
He was not sure, but liked it. It recurred when they met suddenly or had been silent. It beckoned to him across intellect, saying, This is all very well, you're clever, we know—but come! It haunted hi...
(n.) A forester.
I believe in aristocracy, though -- if that is the right word, and if a democrat may use it. Not an aristocracy of power, based upon rank and influence, but an aristocracy of the sensitive, the consid...
Miss Abbott, don't worry over me. Some people are born not to do things. I'm one of them.