The Wages of Sin: A Novel, Том 1S. Sonnenschein, 1891 - Всего страниц: 595 |
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... There was never any more inception than there is now- Nor any more youth or age than there is now ; There will never be any more perfection than there is now , Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now . ' These four lines pretty ...
... There was never any more inception than there is now- Nor any more youth or age than there is now ; There will never be any more perfection than there is now , Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now . ' These four lines pretty ...
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Стр. 1 - Things and actions are what they are, and the consequences of them will be what they will be : Why then should we desire to be deceived?
Стр. 77 - There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
Стр. 197 - great dramatic moments" are speechless. The film at its best is all dramatic moment. The film is a spirit and they that worship it must worship it in spirit and in truth. Like the garish Transformation Scene and the debased Harlequinade of the old-fashioned pantomime, the only parts remaining true pantomine, its demands are direct and immediate, at once much more and much less than those of the vocal stage-play. And its preliminary demand is for concentration. Given...
Стр. 128 - My dear, pray do not call yourself by such distressing names,' pleaded Miss Harriet, gently. ' Oh ! I don't call myself a spendthrift. I call myself generous, indifferent to base considerations of pounds, shillings, and pence ; superior to the love of money which is the root of all evil, anything and everything the reverse of that most objectionable thing named stingy/ the girl answered, brightly. ' It is dear Sara Jacobini who calls me a spendthrift.
Стр. 49 - Colthurst revelled in incongruities. There was unquestionably a sinister vein in him, a rather morbid enjoyment of all that is strange, jarring, unexpected, abnormal. Some persons, indeed, have gone so far as to accuse him of a love of actual physical deformity^ and a relish of horror for mere horror's sake. No doubt his power of appreciation was widely catholic, his view of beauty an original one. Yet he invariably, as far as I could see, rejected that which was unnatural or unsavoury, unless the...
Стр. 119 - Guatemala did not fall into this error, and it will be a pleasure to recount their proceedings, instinct with the wisdom of the serpent as well as the harmlessness of the dove.
Стр. 98 - For it was a new sort of egg, an unexpected egg ; and their smartness, and knowledge of the world, and literary gifts, and artistic acumen, notwithstanding, they were really at a loss to determine what kind of living creature might be inside it. One section of them, the younger, more progressive, and daring, declared that it undoubtedly contained an eagle...
Стр. 141 - He usually is staring this way,' put in the other lady, parenthetically. ' But I had no notion he was so near. I found myself looking him full in the face.' ' Dear, dear, what a cruel misfortune — specially for him, poor man,' cried Madame Jacobini, putting up both hands and eyebrows.
Стр. 226 - ... long silence. Mary sat down again. She was very quiet, looking up absently at the branches and glossy leaves overhead, still smiling a little, still with a great light in her eyes. All the latent ambition had been stirred into activity within her. The possibilities of life had grown august, imposing. She had always been impatient of restrictions, of mediocrity. She had always wished, and tried, too, in a hundred little ways, to differentiate herself from the ordinary run of social young womanhood.