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Page 31 - In short, herein seems to lie the difference between idiots and madmen, that madmen put wrong ideas together, and so make wrong propositions, but argue and reason right from them; but idiots make very few or no propositions, and reason scarce * at all.
Page 45 - ... of the benches near the fire-place, where he sat down, without taking off his great-coat, and crossing his gloved hands on the knob of a high walkingstick, he rested his chin on them, and in that attitude continued throughout the evening. He removed his hat when the chairman made his appearance; and I never saw a .finer head in my life. The crown was quite bald, but the base was fringed round as it were, with a little soft, glossy, silver-hued hair, which, in the distance, looked like a faint...
Page 296 - He had become stupified, and could not fully comprehend the enormous ruin which he had precipitated upon himself — crushing at once " mind, body, and estate." His motions seemed actuated by a species of diabolical influence. He saw the nest of hornets which he had lit upon, yet would not forsake the spot ! Alas, Beauchamp was not the first who has felt the fatal fascination of play, the utter obliviousness of consequences which it induces ! The demons who fluttered about him no longer thought of...
Page 124 - I see them lost. Some the prevailing malice of the great, Unhappy men, or adverse fate, Sunk deep into the gulfs of an afflicted state. But more, far more, a numberless prodigious train, Whilst Virtue courts them, but, alas!