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Page 17 - But he slouched and ambled along, neglecting his muscles : and his dastardly face attempted to portray delicacies of commonsense, and gossamerlike backslidings into the Inane, that would have puzzled a bile-specialist. He would occasionally exploit his blackguardly appearance and blacksmith's muscles for a short time, however. And his strong, piercing laugh threw ABC waitresses into confusion.
Page 15 - PARIS hints of sacrifice.=But here we deal with that large dusty facet known to indulgent and congruous kind. It is in its capacity of delicious inn and majestic Baedeker where western Venuses twang its responsive streets, and hush to soft growl before its statues, that it is seen. It is not across its Thebaide that the unscrupulous heroes chase each other's shadows.
Page 285 - curse of humour' in him results in an 'inverted Quixotry' : 'Instead of having conceived the world as more chivalrous and marvellous than it was, he had conceived it as emptied of all dignity, sense, and generosity. The drovers and publicans were angry at not being mistaken for a legendary chivalry, for knights and ladies. The very windmills resented not being taken for giants !' There has been a tendency from Taine to Watson which has led...
Page 354 - in the limited sense in which we use that word, is the first condition of art. The second is absence of soul in the sentimental human sense. The lines and masses of the statue are its soul. No restless, quick flame-like ego is imagined for the inside of it. It has no inside. This is another condition of art; to have no inside, nothing you cannot see. Instead, then, of being something impelled like an independent machine by a little egoistic fire inside, it lives soullessly and deadly by its frontal...
Page 25 - The artist is he in whom this emotionality normally absorbed by sex is so strong that it claims a newer and more exclusive field of deployment.=Its first creation is the Artist himself, a new sort of person; the creative man....
Page 26 - Artist himself, a new sort of person; the creative man. . . The tendency of my work. . .is that of an invariable severity. Apart from its being good or bad, its character is ascetic rather than sensuous, and divorced from immediate life. There is no slop of sex in that. But there is no severity left over for the work of the cruder senses either.
Page 27 - Half of myself I have to hide. I am bitterly ashamed of a slovenly common portion of my life that has been isolated and repudiated by the energies of which I am so proud.
Page 30 - You have bought for eight hundred pounds at an aristocratic educational establishment a complete mental outfit, a programme of manners. For four years you trained with other recruits. You are now a perfectly disciplined social unit, with a profound esprit de corps.
Page 320 - Soltyk became white and red by turns : the will was released in a muffled explosion, it tore within at its obstructions, he writhed upright, a statue's bronze softening, suddenly, with blood. His blood, one heavy mass, hurtled about in him, up and down, like a sturgeon in a narrow tank.
Page 50 - Tarr felt the street was a pleasant current, setting from some immense, and tropic gulf, neighboured by Floridas of remote invasions. He ambled down it puissantly, shoulders shaped like these waves ; a heavy-sided drunken fish. The houses, with winks of the shocked clock-work, were grazed, holding along their surface thick soft warmth.