The weight of the world is on our shoulders, its vision is through
our eyes; if we blink or look aside, or turn back to finger what
Plato said or remember Napoleon and his conquests, we inflict
on the world the injury of some obliquity. This is life…

“It is Clarissa, he said.For there she was.”

“How readily our thoughts swarm upon a new object, lifting it a little way, as a…”

“How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? Ho…”

“Like” and “like” and “like” — but what is the thing that lies beneath the sembl…”