Hermione and Her Little Group of Serious ThinkersD. Appleton and Company, 1916 - 187 pages |
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Page 125 - This little pig went to market. This little pig stayed at home. This little pig had roast beef. This little pig had none. This little pig cried, "Wee, wee!
Page 2 - I saw a Genius on the Brink (Or so he said) of suicide. I saw a Playwright who had tried But couldn't make the Public think; I saw a Novelist who cried, Reading his own Stuff, in his drink; I met a vapid egg-eyed Gink Who said eight times: " Art is my Bride! " A Queen in sandals slammed the Pans And screamed a Chinese chant at us, The while a Hippopotamus Shook tables, book-shelves and divans With vast Terpsichorean fuss . . . Some Oriental kind of muss . . . A rat-faced idiot Boy who slimes White...
Page 15 - And, really, with practice, I think I am going to manage it so that I can turn it off and on— if you get what I mean— almost at will. Because, you know, in certain costumes that look would be quite unbecoming. Quite out of Harmony. And Inner Beauty only comes through Inner Harmony, doesn't it? Harmony! Harmony! Oh, to be in accord with the Infinite! Nearly every night before I go to bed I ask myself, "Have I vibrated in tune with the Infinite today, or have I failed?
Page 25 - Look at Me! Behold, I am founding a New Movement! Observe me. ... I am in Revolt! I revolt ! Now persecute me, persecute me, damn you, persecute me, curse you, persecute me! Philistine, Bourgeois, Slave, Serf, Capitalist, Respectabilities that you are, Persecute me! Bah! You ask me, do you, what I am in revolt against? Against you, fool, dolt, idiot, against you, against everything ! Against Heaven, Hell and punctuation . . . against Life, Death, rhyme and rhythm . . . Persecute me, now, persecute...
Page 3 - I heard ... I heard it proved that night That Fire is Cold, and Black is White, , That Junk is Art, and Art is Junk, That Virtue's wrong, and Vice is right, That Death is Life, and Life is Death, That Breath is Rocks, and Rocks are Breath: The Cheap and easy paradox The Fool springs, hoping that it shocks.
Page 139 - I'd be willing to do anything — simply anything ! — to help those poor, unfortunate convicts. Collect money, you know, or give talks, or read books about them, or make any other sacrifice. Even get them jobs. One ought to help them to start over again, you know. Though as for hiring one of them myself, or rather getting Papa to — well, really, you know, one must draw the line somewhere ! But it's a perfectly fascinating subject to take up, prison reform is. It gives one such a sense of brotherhood...
Page 4 - " Phryne," I murmured, sad and low, " I pass the Buck — I do not know! " Upon a mantel sat a Bust . . . Some Hindu god, pug-faced and squat: A visage to inspire disgust . . . Lord Bilk, the Deity of Rot . . . Nay, surely, 'twas the great god Bunk, For when I wunk at it, it wunk! I heard ... I heard it proved that night That Fire is Cold, and Black is White, That Junk is Art, and Art is Junk, That Virtue's wrong, and Vice is right, That Death is Life, and Life is Death, That Breath is Rocks, and...
Page 18 - ISN'T Heredity wonderful, though! We've been going into it rather deeply — My Little Group of Serious Thinkers, you know. And, really, when you get into it, it's quite complicated. All about Homozygotes and Heterozygotes, you know. The Homozygotes are — well, you might call them the aristocrats, you know ; thoroughbreds. And the Heterozygotes are the hybrids. Only, of course, they don't need to be goats at all.
Page 1 - A salon weird where congregate Freak, Nut and Bug and Psychic Bum. There, there, they sit and cerebrate: The fervid Pote who never potes, Great Artists, Male or She, that Talk But scorn the Pigment and the Chalk, And Cubist sculptors wild as Goats, Theosophists and Swamis, too...