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How certain one is of being able to expel the agony with reasoning and persuasion!
Master Nathaniel, as he spoke, swelled with complacency.
the Harvest of Souls,
Dame Marigold,
terrified, contemptuous, sick at heart,
We are not yet civilized enough for exogamy;
Willy Wisp
“All that seems to matter now is to get away … where there are shadows and quiet … and where I can get … more fruit.”
“in the garden in full daylight I saw them dancing
Some day I’ll send my piper for you, and you will up and follow him!’
He too had felt frightened of homely things.
“Father,” said Ranulph suddenly, “What does the cock say to you?”
Never before had he spoken to anyone about his inner life.
Chapter IV
Master Nathaniel
Endymion Leer.
he would sometimes startle a polite company by exclaiming half to himself, “Life and death! Life and death! They are the dyes in which I work. Are my hands stained?”
a pig was thrall to the same master as a Mayor, and that it needed as much skill to cure the one as the other;
a good fiddler enjoys fiddling for its own sake, and that it is all the same to him whether he plays at a yokel’s wedding or a merchant’s funeral.
the Senate
he said that he had been taught the rhyme by a funny old man he had seen in his dreams.
a double-dyed villain,”
the man who remains calm inevitably takes command of a situation.
what Master Nathaniel had heard was the Note.
Songs were medicines long before herbs.”
“By the Golden Apples of the West!
why, in the name of the Milky Way,
For the moment Master Nathaniel felt as if he really loved the queer, sharp-tongued, little upstart.
Why should we look for any other cure when we have the wild-thyme distilled by our ancestors? Wild time? No, time isn’t wild … time-gin, sloe-gin. It is very soothing.”
doctor is obliged to keep his eyes open … it is not from what his patients tell him that he prescribes for them, but from what he notices himself.
You are a man who is frightened about something.”
though one has never come within a mile of fairy fruit, one can have all the symptoms of being an habitual consumer of it.
I consider that he is suffering from a spurious surfeit of fairy fruit.”