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The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.
obloquy?
Mrs Cadwallader said, privately, ‘You will certainly go mad in that house alone, my dear. You will see visions. We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by.
‘No,’ she said, ‘I still think that the greater part of the world is mistaken about many things. Surely one may be sane and yet think so, since the greater part of the world has often had to come round from its opinion.’
no age is so apt as youth to think its emotions, partings, and resolves are the last of their kind. Each crisis seems final, simply because it is new.
And the other is, you must not be ashamed of your work, and think it would be more honourable to you to be doing something else. You must have a pride in your own work and in learning to do it well, and not be always saying, There’s this and there’s that – if I had this or that to do, I might make something of it.
She was unpleasantly conscious that she had been on the verge of speaking as ‘one of the foolish women speaketh’232 – telling first and entreating silence after.
The iron had not entered his soul, but he had begun to imagine what the sharp edge would be.
but to most mortals there is a stupidity which is unendurable and a stupidity which is altogether acceptable – else, indeed, what would become of social bonds?
Lydgate, relieved from anxiety about her, relapsed into what she inwardly called his moodiness – a name which to her covered his thoughtful preoccupation with other subjects than herself,