I began to perceive more deeply than it has ever yet been stated, the trembling immateriality, the mistlike transience, of this seemingly so solid body in which we walk attired.

“Scared by the thought , brooded awhile on his own past, groping in all the corn…”

“And yet Alan had behaved like a child, and (what is worse) a treacherous child.”

“Hosts loved to detain the dry lawyer, when the light-hearted and loose-tongued …”

“I sometimes think if we knew all, we should be more glad to get away.”