If Mrs Seton, I said, had been making money, what sort of memories would you have had of games and quarrels?What would you have known of Scotland, and its fine air and cakes and all the rest of it?THE DEATH OF THE MOTH AND OTHER ESSAYS (1942) The Death Of The Moth Evening Over Sussex: Reflections in a Motor Car Three Pictures Old Mrs.
People went slowly up the Rhine and did portraits of each other in Indian ink, sitting reading on deck beside a coil of rope; they measured the pyramids; were lost to civilization for years; converted negroes in pestilential swamps.
This packing up and going off, exploring deserts and catching fevers, settling in India for a lifetime, penetrating even to China and then returning to lead a parochial life at Edmonton, tumbles and tosses upon the dusty floor like an uneasy sea, so restless the English are, with the waves at their very door.
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The waters of travel and adventure seem to break upon little islands of serious effort and lifelong industry stood in jagged column upon the floor.
In these piles of puce-bound volumes with gilt monograms on the back, thoughtful clergymen expound the gospels; scholars are to be heard with their hammers and their chisels chipping clear the ancient texts of Euripides and Aeschylus.After the baby is fed there are certainly five years spent in playing with the baby.You cannot, it seems, let children run about the streets.William Cole: A Letter The Historian and "The Gibbon" Reflections at Sheffield Place The Man at the Gate Sara Coleridge "Not One Of Us" Henry James 1. Professions for Women Thoughts on Peace in an Air Raid THE CAPTAIN'S DEATH BED AND OTHER ESSAYS (1950) Editorial Note Oliver Goldsmith White's Selborne Life Itself Crabbe Selina Trimmer The Captain's Death Bed Ruskin The Novels Of Turgenev Half Of Thomas Hardy Leslie Stephen Mr.Conrad: A Conversation The Cosmos Walter Raleigh Mr. Brown All About Books Reviewing Modern Letters Reading The Cinema Walter Sickert Flying Over London The Sun And The Fish Gas Thunder At Wembley Memories Of A Working Women's Guild A Haunted House A Society Monday or Tuesday An Unwritten Novel The String Quartet Blue & Green Kew Gardens The Mark on the Wall A HAUNTED HOUSE (1944) A Haunted House Monday or Tuesday An Unwritten Novel The String Quartet Kew Gardens The Mark on the Wall The New Dress The Shooting Party Lappin and Lappinova Solid Objects The Lady in the Looking-Glass The Duchess and the Jeweller Moments of Being.Thinking, annotating, expounding goes on at a prodigious rate all around us and over everything, like a punctual, everlasting tide, washes the ancient sea of fiction. Mary's mother--if that was her picture--may have been a wastrel in her spare time (she had thirteen children by a minister of the church), but if so her gay and dissipated life had left too few traces of its pleasures on her face.Innumerable volumes tell how Arthur loved Laura and they were separated and they were unhappy and then they met and they were happy ever after, as was the way when Victoria ruled these islands. She was a homely body; an old lady in a plaid shawl which was fastened by a large cameo; and she sat in a basket-chair, encouraging a spaniel to look at the camera, with the amused, yet strained expression of one who is sure that the dog will move directly the bulb is pressed.But it is useless to ask these questions, because you would never have come into existence at all.Moreover, it is equally useless to ask what might have happened if Mrs Seton and her mother and her mother before her had amassed great wealth and laid it under the foundations of college and library, because, in the first place, to earn money was impossible for them, and in the second, had it been possible, the law denied them the right to possess what money they earned."Slater's Pins have no Points" The Lady in the Looking-Glass The Fascination of the Pool Three Pictures Scenes from the Life of a British Naval Officer Miss Pryme Ode Written Partly in Prose Portraits Uncle Vanya The Duchess and the Jeweller The Shooting Party Lappin and Lappinova The Searchlight Gypsy, the Mongrel The Legacy The Symbol The Watering Place Thus, glancing round the bookshop, we make other such sudden capricious friendships with the unknown and the vanished whose only record is, for example, this little book of poems, so fairly printed, so finely engraved, too, with a portrait of the author.For he was a poet and drowned untimely, and his verse, mild as it is and formal and sententious, sends forth still a frail fluty sound like that of a piano organ played in some back street resignedly by an old Italian organ-grinder in a corduroy jacket.