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Well, there’s no good going on saying things were better in the old days. Perhaps we only thought so.
“but it is one of the great consolations in nature that a man, however unattractive, will find that he is attractive—to some woman.
And there are plenty of other possibilities. Some of them I will admit suggested by my friend, Mrs. Oliver, who can easily come up with about twelve different solutions to everything, most of them not very probable but all of them faintly possible.
“Old sins have long shadows,”
Below it he had looked down into what struck him at once as something entirely magical. Something as it might have been if elemental beings such as he believed were common in Irish poetry, had come out of their hollow hills and had created there, not so much by toil and hard labour as by waving a magic wand, a garden.
Oh yes. All has been planned here and arranged. What is more, I would say that it had obeyed.
Too much mercy, as he knew from former experience both in Belgium and this country, often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second.
nobody really likes people who are always doing their duty.
But to everything that happens there has to be a past. A past which is by now incorporated in today, but which existed yesterday or last month or last year. The present is nearly always rooted in the past.
“You want beauty,” said Hercule Poirot. “Beauty at any price. For me, it is truth I want. Always truth.”
