Look Up . . . And See

Where Are The Links Of The Chain ... Joining Us To The Past?

It Seems To Me,’ Said Philippa Prosaically, ‘that On The Whole We Run More Risks With Mr Crawford’s Protection Than Without It.

Today,’ Said Lymond, ‘if You Must Know, I Don’t Like Living At All. But That’s Just Immaturity Boggling At The Sad Face Of Failure. Tomorrow I’ll Be Bright As A Bedbug Again.

To The Men Exposed To His Rule Lymond Never Appeared Ill: He Was Never Tired; He Was Never Worried, Or Pained, Or Disappointed, Or Passionately Angry. If He Rested, He Did So Alone; If He Slept, He Took Good Care To Sleep Apart. “—i Sometimes Doubt If He’s Human,” Said Will, Speaking His Thought Aloud. “it’s Probably All Done With Wheels.

And Habits Are Hell's Own Substitute For Good Intentions. Habits Are The Ruin Of Ambition, Of Initiative , Of Imagination. They're The Curse Of Marriage And The After-bane Of Death.