But nevertheless, the fact remained, it was almost impossible to dislike anyone if one looked at them.

“Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.”

“Nothing could be slow enough, nothing lasts too long. No pleasure could equal, …”

“Mrs. Ramsey, who had been sitting loosely, folded her son in her arm, braced he…”

“The clock ticks. The two hands are convoys marching through a desert. The black…”