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“Besides, there was a strangely calming element of cosmic beauty in the hypnotic landscape through which we climbed and plunged fantastically. Time had lost itself in the labyrinths behind, and around us stretched only the flowering waves of faery and the recaptured loveliness of vanished centuries—the hoary groves, the untainted pastures edged with gay autumnal blossoms, and at vast intervals the small brown farmsteads nestling amidst huge trees beneath vertical precipices of fragrant brier and meadow-grass. Even the sunlight assumed a supernal glamour, as if some special atmosphere or exhalation mantled the whole region. I had seen nothing like it before save in the magic vistas that sometimes form the backgrounds of Italian primitives. Sodoma and Leonardo conceived such expanses, but only in the distance, and through the vaultings of Renaissance arcades. We were now burrowing bodily through the midst of the picture, and I seemed to find in its necromancy a thing I had innately known or inherited, and for which I had always been vainly searching.”
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“He’s just an egomaniac devoid of all moral sense
– said the society woman dressing for a charity bazaar, who did not contemplate what means of self expression would be left to her, and how she would impose her ostentation on her friends, if charity or were not the all excusing virtue
- said the social worker, who had found no aim in life, and could generate no aim in him from within the stability of his soul, but basked in virtue, and held an unearned respect from all, by the grace of his fingers on the wounds of others
- said the novelist, who had nothing to say if the subject of service and sacrifice would be taken away from him who saved in the hearing of attentive thousand that he loved them and love them, and what they please love him a little in return
– said the lady columnist to her, just by the country manor, because she wrote so tenderly about the little people
– said all the little people who wanted to hear of love, the great love, the office, tedious, love, love that embraced everything, for gave everything and permitted them everything
- said every second hander, or who cannot exist, except as a leech on the soul of others. Ellsworth Toohey sat back, watched, listened and smiled.”
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– said the society woman dressing for a charity bazaar, who did not contemplate what means of self expression would be left to her, and how she would impose her ostentation on her friends, if charity or were not the all excusing virtue
- said the social worker, who had found no aim in life, and could generate no aim in him from within the stability of his soul, but basked in virtue, and held an unearned respect from all, by the grace of his fingers on the wounds of others
- said the novelist, who had nothing to say if the subject of service and sacrifice would be taken away from him who saved in the hearing of attentive thousand that he loved them and love them, and what they please love him a little in return
– said the lady columnist to her, just by the country manor, because she wrote so tenderly about the little people
– said all the little people who wanted to hear of love, the great love, the office, tedious, love, love that embraced everything, for gave everything and permitted them everything
- said every second hander, or who cannot exist, except as a leech on the soul of others. Ellsworth Toohey sat back, watched, listened and smiled.”
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posh’s 2025 Year in Books
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