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The marble clock on the mantelpiece chimed to remind him that the days of man are three score years and ten and that he was sitting in a North Oxford drawing- room, reading Tennyson to an old woman. He felt he wanted to make some loud noise, to roar, bellow or scream at the top of his voice, as if by doing so he might have the same effect on the walls of Leamington Lodge as the trumpet on the walls of Jericho.
— Dec 15, 2025 06:10PM
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And then suddenly he felt tired and rather silly. He no longer wanted to do wild things. He … got on the first bus that came. And so there he was, he who had strode out into the night with the idea of escaping from it all, taking a twopenny bus ride home, letting himself in through the stained-glass front door, and creeping quietly up the ecclesiastical pitch-pine staircase so as not to wake anybody.
— Dec 16, 2025 01:29PM
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”You don’t seem to realise that one can learn to care,” said Mr. Latimer pompously.
“No, I don’t,” said Miss Morrow firmly. “Learning to care always seems to me to be one of the most difficult lessons that can be imagined. How does one set about it? Perhaps we might do it together, like Russian, in the long winter evenings?”
— Dec 16, 2025 01:21PM
“No, I don’t,” said Miss Morrow firmly. “Learning to care always seems to me to be one of the most difficult lessons that can be imagined. How does one set about it? Perhaps we might do it together, like Russian, in the long winter evenings?”
Carol
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’Well, men are feeble, inefficient sorts of creatures,’ said Miss Morrow calmly, ‘but you can lay the blame on me if you like. Women are used to bearing burdens and taking blame. I have been blamed for everything for the last five years,’ she continued, ‘even for King Edward VIII’s abdication.’
— Dec 14, 2025 09:02PM
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After dinner there was more wool-winding and some general conversation about Italian churches, central heating, ravioli, the unemployed, winter underclothes, plainsong chants and various other subjects, which seemed to follow each other quite easily.
— Dec 14, 2025 07:06PM
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Margaret Cleveland, who had at one time helped and encouraged her husband with his work, had now left him to do it alone, because she feared that with her help it might quite easily be finished before one of them died, and then where would they be?
— Dec 11, 2025 07:45PM
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…Miss Morrow did not pretend to be anything more than a woman past her first youth, resigned to the fact that her life was probably never going to be more exciting than it was now. With a sudden twist of her hand she turned off the music. It was degrading to think that she could not take a quiet pride in her resignation and leave it at that.
— Dec 11, 2025 07:27PM
