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How quickly was every bad thing discovered to be the fault of the previous administration (an evil set of men who wedded general stupidity to wickedness of purpose). As for the present Ministry, the Foreign Secretary said that not since the days of Antiquity had the world seen gentlemen so virtuous, so misunderstood and so horribly misrepresented by their enemies.
had he loved farming he might have improved his lands and made his money with corn.
Noooo dont do itttt
After the lady in the gown the colour of storms, shadows and rain he danced with a young woman who had no hair, but who wore a wig of shining beetles that swarmed and seethed upon her head.
“Magic shall be written on the faces of the stony hills, but their minds shall not be able to contain it. In winter the barren trees shall be a black writing but they shall not understand it.”
Destitute poetic geniuses were harder to come by than he had imagined;
But the other Ministers considered that to employ a magician was one thing, novelists were quite another and they would not stoop to it.
Sir Walter shewed Arabella the novels in the bookcase, and recommended Mrs Edgeworth’s Belinda in particular as being likely to amuse her.
Good book
“There must come a time when the musket-balls and cannon-shot run out,” he thought. “And what will we do then? Hack at each other with sabres and bayonets? And if we all die, every one of us, who will they say has won?”
Simply being alive at that moment seemed, in some indefinable way, ungentlemanly.
Houses, like people, are apt to become rather eccentric if left too much on their own;
Stephen sighed. The thought of some other poor lady held prisoner at Lost-hope for ever and a day was melancholy indeed! Yet it would be foolish to suppose that he could do any thing to prevent it and it might be that he could turn it to Lady Pole’s advantage.
He is so passive and the faerie is overbearing in the most manipulative ways... how is one to ever escape?
The magic will keep the waters within the confines of the rivers’ customary courses.
Stopping the ever changing and ever flowing path of nature... An abomination, i tell you
I meet with mad people every day in the street, but I never thought before to wonder how they got mad.
People were walking up and down. The backs of their heads were hollowed out; their faces were nothing but thin masks at the front. Within each hollow a candle was burning. This was so plain to him now, that he wondered he had never noticed it before.
“The causes of his madness are purely metaphysical. They lie in the vast chasm between that which one is, and that which one desires to become, between the soul and the flesh.
it was the sound of Strange exclaiming in exasperation over some passage in a book. It was such a very familiar sound – and so closely connected in Mr Norrell’s mind with the happiest period of his existence
He nodded and seemed about to depart, but then he hesitated. “Bell,” he said, “do not wear black. Do not be a widow. Be happy. That is how I wish to think of you.” “I promise. And how shall I think of you?” He considered a moment and then laughed. “Think of me with my nose in a book!”
