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Page 674 - I did not believe that there was any set of men, or indeed any individual of the human species, so presumptuous and so abandoned as to make the proposal we have just heard ... I hold this project to be totally subversive of the last remains of English liberty.
Page 144 - Beckenstein connected the degenera1 innovation with the invasion of the school by 'furriners' — all these hordes of Russian, Polish, and Roumanian Jews flying from persecution, who were sweeping away the good old English families, of which she considered the Beckensteins a shining example. "What did English people want with banners and suchlike gewgaws? The Banner was a class trophy of regularity and punctuality. It might be said metaphorically to be made of red marks; and, indeed, its ground-hue...
Page 822 - Oh, you wanted to, yes; and hence you crow That the Want To within you found its foe Which wanted you not to want to, and so You were able to answer always "No." So you tell yourself you are pretty fine clay To have tricked temptation and turned it away; But wait, my friend, for a different day! Wait till you want to want to!
Page 261 - stand off; otherwise, as I knew by experience, the abrupt halt he would make, and the flourish with which he placed the proof in his hand before me, would send the penful of ink -he always had a. full pen in his hand - flying over me. Driving or sometimes walking home to breakfast in his light attire plentifully besprinkled with ink, his spectacled face peeping out under an enormous, mushroom-shaped pith hat, Kipling was a quaint-looking object.
Page 261 - In the heat of summer white cotton trousers and a thin vest constituted his office attire, and by the day's end he was spotted all over like a Dalmatian dog. He had a habit of dipping his pen frequently and deep into the inkpot, and as all his movements were abrupt, almost jerky, the ink used to fly. When he darted into my room, as he used to do about one thing or another in connection with the contents of the paper about a dozen times in the morning, 1 had to shout to him to
Page 51 - From all these hands we have such draughts of mankind, as are represented in those burlesque pictures which the Italians call caricaturas ; where the art consists in preserving, amidst distorted proportions and aggravated features, some distinguishing likeness of the person, but in such a manner as to transform the most agreeable beauty into the most odious monster.
Page 160 - Mœris will give nearly the whole supply and the reservoir will give a little. In June, the lake will give little and the reservoir much ; while in July the lake will give practically nothing and the reservoir the whole supply. Working together, in this harmonious manner, the reservoir and the lake, which are the true complements of each other, will easily provide the whole of the water needed for Egypt.
Page 29 - ... each other. A shunter standing by a pair of rails could not tell whether it was the main line or a siding, or what siding, and he could only ascertain his exact position by following the rails and seeing where they led him. Sir George Findlay, the late general manager of the London and North- Western Railway, drew up a special report in connection with this memorable fog, from which I have been permitted to take the following details. On Monday, 21st December, the trains from Euston got away...
Page 784 - We have met before, sir," sternly said Steven, who was in fine humour for destruction. "I think not," answered the equerry. His eyes had a red glitter which denied his smile. "I think not, M. le Comte. Nay, I am positive it is the first time I have had the pleasure of addressing you." Steven shrugged his shoulders. "Have it so," he said contemptuously, and glanced at the cheek against which his hand had once exulted. "After all, it is you who had the more striking cause to remember. — What do you...
Page 271 - The world's staunch workers, by your leave,This is the ballade of the brave. Wan women, steel to staggering blows; White souls from many a nether place ; The humble heroes and the foes Of sham; the hunters of the base. The men with missions in their face, The clan who straighten, heal and save; The young...