What did she love Shelley for? His reckless spontaneity -- like this. His helpless generous nature -- like this. His treatment of her as a reasonable human being and not a trembling little rose -- and so on. If she loved him for these things, could she hate him for them? Could she?
Jude MorganTag: marriage
And now over there is a gentleman who should not wear tight pantaloons. You will see when he turns around. There. That is why.
Jude Morgan...soon dinner will run into bed-time, and we shall all eat reclining like the ancient Romans--about whose digestion, you know, I have often wondered. Whether a dose of rhubabrb might have made a difference to Nero or Caligula is a question you might ponder, my dear, next time you go through your Tacitus.
Jude MorganI must try to be charitable, Caroline thought: probably she doesn't mean to sound as if she is continually translating from Latin.
Jude MorganWe are always parting! It's supposed to be sweet sorrow or something, isn't it? Those poets. They'll say anything.
Jude MorganMatthew gave her such a hurt, wistful, nobly forbearing, and absolutely infuriating look that if Caroline had been a rich aunt she would have cut him out of her will on the spot.
Jude MorganHe peered gloomily into a folio of maps. 'I always think Brazil is too big.
Jude MorganI found out when I went away from Wythorpe the first time in November--remember? How nice it is to rhyme, I must do it all the time.
Jude MorganI have been run over by the speeding chariot of fate, caught up in its spiked wheels." - "I hate it when that happens," said Stephen.
Jude MorganThere can be few places more conducive to the quiet, solitary contemplation of melancholy thoughts than a window-seat; and if beyond the window-panes there is a steely vignette of November murk and withered twigs, so much the better.
Jude MorganTag: melancholy
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