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From the depths of the chair came up a sound of soft, lazy laughter. Denis started as he heard it. That laughter-how well he knew it! What emotions it evoked in him! In her low deck-chair Anne was nearer to lying than to sitting. Her long, slender body reposed in an attitude of listless and indolent grace. Within its setting of light brown hair her face had a pretty regularity that was almost doll-like. And indeed there were moments when she seemed nothing more than a doll; when the oval face, with its long-lashed, pale blue eyes, expressed nothing; when it was no more than a lazy mask of wax. She was Henry Wimbush's own niece; that bowler-like countenance was one of the Wimbush heirlooms; it ran in the family, appearing in its female members as a blank doll-face. But across this dollish mask, like a gay melody dancing over an unchanging fundamental bass, passed Anne's other inheritance-quick laughter, light ironic amusement, and the changing expressions of many moods. She was smiling now as Denis looked down at her: her cat's smile, he called it, for no very good reason. The mouth was compressed, and on either side of it two tiny wrinkles had formed themselves in her cheeks. An infinity of slightly malicious amusement lurked in those little folds, in the puckers about the half-closed eyes, in the eyes themselves, bright and laughing between the narrowed lids[30].

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1) Lying on the table in the morning-room he [Denis] saw his own book of poems. What tact! He picked it up and opened it. It was what the reviewers call a slim volume.He put it down again, shook his head, and sighed. What genius I had then!- he reflected, echoing the aged Swift [30,c.33].

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2) Denis held open the little iron gate for his companion.

-Its like passing from a cloister into the Oriental palace, he said, and took a deep breath of the warm, flower-scented air. In fragrant volleys they let fly how does it go?

Well shot, ye firemen!

O how sweet And round your equal fires do meet;

Whose shrill report no ear can tell,

But echoes to the eye and smell

-You have a bad habit of quoting, said Anne. As I never know the context or author, I find it humiliating.

Denis apologized. - Its the fault of ones education. Things somehow seem more real and vivid when one can apply somebody elses ready-made phrase about them [30,c.39].

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3) Mr. Barbecue-Smith patted his arm several times and went on.

- The secret of writing, he said, breathing it into the young mans ear - the secret of writing is Inspiration. Denis looked at him in astonishment.

- Inspiration Mr. Barbecue-Smith repeated.

- You mean the native wood-note business? Mr. Barbecue-Smith nodded.

- Oh, then I entirely agree with you, said Denis. But what if one hasnt got Inspiration? [30,c.68].

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4) - I dont allow it to, - Mr. Barbecue-Smith replied. - I canalize it I bring it down through pipes to work the turbines of my conscious mind.

- Like Niagara, Denis suggested. Some of Mr. Barbecue-Smiths remarks sounded strangely like quotations-quotations from his own works, no doubt.

-and I focus my mind on such great philosophical truths as the purification and uplifting of the soul by suffering, and the alchemical transformation of leaden evil into golden good. (Denis again hung up his little festoons of quotation marks). - It all sounds wonderfully simple,- said Denis.

- It is. All the great and splendid and divine things of life are wonderfully simple. (Quotation marks again) [30,c.111].

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5) - Is anyone coming to church with me this morning?- asked Henry Wimbush. No one responded. He baited his bare invitation. I read the lessons, you know. And there is Mr. Bodiham. His sermons are sometimes worth hearing

- Thank you, thank you - said Mr. Barbecue-Smith. I for one prefer to worship in the infinite church of Nature. How does our Shakespeare put it? Sermons in books, stones and in the running brooks. He waved his arm in a fine gesture towards the window and even as he did so he became vaguely, but non the less insistently, none the less uncomfortably aware that something had gone wrong with the quotation. Something what could it be? Sermons? Stones? Books? [30,c.116].

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6) Mighty empires have crashed in ruin to the ground, diseases have unpeopled half the globe, there have been vast natural cataclysms in which thousands have been overwhelmed by flood and fire and whirlwind. Time and again, in the course of these nineteen centuries, such things have happened, but they have not brought Christ back to earth. They were signs of the times inasmuch as they were signs of Gods wrath against the chronic wickedness of mankind, but they were not signs of the times in connexion with the Second Coming [30,c.145].

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7) The village, she [Mrs. Bodiham] said in her quiet voice, the village grows worse and worse every day.

What has happened now? - asked Mr. Bodiham, feeling suddenly very weary.

I will tell you. In the village of Crome, it seemed, Sodom and Gomorrah had come to a second birth [30, c.185].

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8) Again it has been generally recognized that the drying up of the waters of the great river Euphrates, mentioned in the sixteenth chapter of Revelation, refers to the decay and extinction of Turkish power, and is a sign of the near approaching end of the world as we know it. The capture of Jerusalem and the successes in Mesopotamia are great strides forward in the destruction of the Ottoman Empire; though it must be admitted that the Gallipoli episode proved that the Turk still possesses a notable horn of strength [30,c.201].

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9) They are making a wild man of me, the refrain sang itself over in Deniss mind. Yes, they were; damn them! A wild man, but not wild enough; that was the trouble. Wild inside; raging, writhing yes, writhing was the word, writhing with desire. But outwardly he was hopelessly tame; outwardly baa, baa, baa. There they were, Anne and Gombauld, moving together as though they were a single supple creature. The beast with two backs [30,c.205].

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10) "The great thing about Crome," said Mr. Scogan, seizing the opportunity to speak, "is the fact that it's so unmistakably and aggressively a work of art. It makes no compromise with nature, but affronts it and rebels against it. It has no likeness to Shelley's tower, in the Epipsychidion which, if I remember rightly--

Seems not now a work of human art,

But as it were titanic, in the heart

Of earth having assumed its form and grown

Out of the mountain, from the living stone,

Lifting itself in caverns light and high [30,c.207].

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11) - When I meet someone for the first time, I ask myself this question: Given the Caesarian environment, which of the Caesars would this person resemble Julius, Augustus, Tiberius, Caligula, Claudius, Nero? I take each trait of character, each mental and emotional bias, each little oddity, and magnify them a thousand times.

- I am potentially all of them, Mr. Scogan replied, - all with the possible exception of Claudius, who was much too stupid to be a development of anything in my character. The seeds of Juliuss courage and compelling energy, of Augustuss prudence, of the libidinousness and cruelty of Tiberius, of Caligulas folly, of Neros artistic genius and enormous vanity, are all within me. perhaps, too, its as well that Denis has not been permitted to flower into a little Nero, and hat Ivor remains only potentially a Caligula [30,c.215].

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12) He wanted to work, but the hour was a drowsy one, and lunch, so recently eaten, weighed heavily on body and mind. The meridian demon was upon him; he was possessed by that bored and hopeless postprandial melancholy which the coenobites of old knew and feared under the name of accidie. He felt, like Ernest Dowson, a little weary. He was in the mood to write something rather exquisite and gentle and quietist in tone; something a little droopy and at the same time how should he put it? little infinite [30,c.221].

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13) "Even your eloquence, my dear Gombauld," he was saying--"even your eloquence must prove inadequate to reconvert the world to a belief in the delights of mere multiplication. With the gramophone, the cinema, and the automatic pistol, the goddess of Applied Science has presented the world with another gift, more precious even than these--the means of dissociating love from propagation. Eros, for those who wish it, is now an entirely free god; his deplorable associations with Lucina may be broken at will [30, c.223].

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14) It may be soon or it may, as men reckon time, be long; but sooner or later, inevitably, the Lord will come and deliver the world from its present troubles. And woe unto them who are called, not to the Supper of the Lamb, but to the Supper of the Great God. They will realize then, but too late, that God is a God of Wrath as well as a God of Forgiveness. The God who sent bears to devour the mockers of Elisha [1], the God who smote the Egyptians for their stubborn wickedness [2], will assuredly smite them too, unless they make haste to repent. But perhaps it is already too late. Who knows but that tomorrow, in a moment even, Christ may be upon us unawares, like a thief? In a little while, who knows? The angel standing in the sun may be summoning the ravens and vultures from their crannies in the rocks to feed upon the putrefying flesh of the millions of unrighteous whom God's wrath has destroyed [30,c.245].

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Galbe. That was a good word; but it was French. Le galbe evase de ses hanches: had one ever read a French novel in which that phrase didn't occur? Some day he would compile a dictionary for the use of novelists. Galbe, gonfle, goulu: parfum, peau, pervers, potele, pudeur: vertu, volupte [30].

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- I entirely disagree with you," exclaimed Mary. She was somehow always out of breath when she talked. And her speech was punctuated by little gasps. "I've known a great many artists, and I've always found their mentality very interesting. Especially in Paris. Tschuplitski, for example--I saw a great deal of Tschuplitski in Paris this spring...

-Ah, but then you're an exception, Mary, you're an exception," said Mr. Scogan. "You are a femme superieure.

A flush of pleasure turned Mary's face into a harvest moon [30].

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- Well, what DOES it mean?" asked Mr. Scogan, a little impatiently.

- Carminative," said Denis, lingering lovingly over the syllables, "carminative. I imagined vaguely that it had something to do with carmen-carminis, still more vaguely with caro-carnis, and its derivations, like carnival and carnation. Carminative--there was the idea of singing and the idea of flesh, rose-coloured and warm, with a suggestion of the jollities of mi-Careme and the masked holidays of Venice. Carminative-the warmth, the glow, the interior ripeness were all in the word. Instead of which... [30].

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