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he finally decided was to pitch some clothes into a portmanteau and jump on board a boat that was leaving that very afternoon for St. Augustine.
well ok then
occurred to him that it would have been more “feminine” if she had instantly read in his eyes why he had come.
Mrs. Welland was obliged, year after year, to improvise an establishment partly made up of discontented New York servants and partly drawn from the local African supply.
he understood that her courage and initiative were all for others, and that she had none for herself.
“Then, why, after all, are you in such haste?” “There’s your carriage,” said Archer.
amazing nonsequitor transition
his hidden eyeballs
this is just a hilarious phrase to me
We’ve no right to lie to other people or to ourselves.
and yet I get the sense that you are going to
Then he pulled out a small pocket-diary and turned over the pages with trembling fingers; but he did not find what he wanted,
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young van der Luyden Newland,
ok, I am hereby forbidding anyone to use a surname as a given name. these people are too confusing.
the wonderful luck we’re always going to have together!”
this seems ironically accurate...
autumnal London
time jump from spring wedding to fall honeymoon
“That’s dear of you, Newland; but it doesn’t help me much.”
There was no use in trying to emancipate a wife who had not the dimmest notion that she was not free;
he had spent a few gay weeks at Florence with a band of queer Europeanised Americans,
with a thin ugly face (May would certainly have called him common-looking)
I hope she sleeps with him just to spite you
August meeting
are we in the next year now??
he had met a perfectly charming girl at the moment when a series of rather aimless sentimental adventures were ending in premature disgust; and she had represented peace, stability, comradeship, and the steadying sense of an unescapable duty.
To me the only death is monotony.
“Que voulez-vous?”
What do you want? rhetorical "what can you do" eotteokae
The melancholy possibility of having to “kill time” (especially for those who did not care for whist or solitaire) was a vision that haunted her as the spectre of the unemployed haunts the philanthropist.
wooden Cupid who had lost his bow and arrow but continued to take ineffectual aim.
this seems symbolic lol
“Oh, my best parasol! I lent it to that goose of a Katie, because it matched her ribbons, and the careless thing must have dropped it here.
😂😂😂
“You do your hair differently,” he said, his heart beating as if he had uttered something irrevocable.
it's been 4 chapters and several years since we've had Ellen on page and this whole time he's been building her up in his mind and romanticizing her even more
It was that of a young man,
the tutor?
It seems stupid to have discovered America only to make it into a copy of another country.”
You gave me my first glimpse of a real life, and at the same moment you asked me to go on with a sham one.
she would go only if she felt herself becoming a temptation to Archer,
in Boston the rule was to put away one’s Paris dresses for two years.
he was exactly in the state when a man is sure to do something stupid, knowing all the while that he is doing it.
‘But my name, Auntie—my name’s Regina Dallas,’ I said: ‘It was Beaufort when he covered you with jewels, and it’s got to stay Beaufort now that he’s covered you with shame.’”
with friends like these...
the consequences of Beaufort’s dishonour and of his wife’s unjustifiable action.
God, the idea that Mr and Mrs Beaufort are equally to blame here.. 🙄
Mrs. Mingott issued an imperial summons to him to come and compare diets as soon as his temperature permitted;
they should really meet Mr Woodhouse lol
but since he had ceased to provide her with opinions she had begun to hazard her own, with results destructive to his enjoyment of the works commented on.
What if it were she who was dead! If she were going to die—to die soon—and leave him free!
I would have said the first red flag was when you lied to her, but the next is definitely when you ponder contentedly on her possible death
His own fancy inclined to Japan.
what the fuck does he think they will do in Japan?
A lie by day, a lie by night, a lie in every touch and every look; a lie in every caress and every quarrel; a lie in every word and in every silence.
Some day, I suppose, it will be a great Museum.”
I think she is enjoying writing from the future
The blood rushed to the young man’s forehead.
frankly, I think it was rushing somewhere else
there would be no difficulty then in persuading her not to go back to her husband.
wow, someone thinks his dick is God's gift to women
wave a quick farewell.
I don't think she'll be able to go through with it
you and I were the same—in all our feelings.”
so she's in love with Ellen too? 😂
“She understood my wishing to tell her this. I think she understands everything.”
gotta respect May fighting for her marriage in her own way
her torn and muddy wedding-dress dragging after her across the room.
damn, what an image
her farewell dinner for the Countess Olenska.
well, that's a statement
Nothing, therefore, was to prevent his following her;
dude, take a hint
the tacit assumption that nobody knew anything,
it is fascinating how either no one knows about Archer and Ellen, or everyone knows about them. this is distilled in May, her actions can be read either way and we never see from her perspective
“It’s more real to me here than if I went up,”
Newland Archer got up slowly and walked back alone to his hotel.
he really is such a product of his time/ society that he can't step out of it even when he's now able
Like Faust, Newland Archer will be tempted to sacrifice something of inestimable value based on reality for a fleeting passion that is a product of his imagination.
The “new people” welcomed the Metropolitan Opera House, which provided them with a theater in which they did not have to compete with the old-line aristocracy for boxes.
