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Going up to bed we settled our quarrel on the stairs, and standing by the window looking at a sky clear like the inside of a blue stone, "Heaven be praised," I said, "we need not whip this prose into poetry. The little language is enough."
— Apr 06, 2026 06:52PM
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It was Neville who changed our time. He, who has been thinking with the unlimited time of the mind, which stretches in a flash from Shakespeare to ourselves, poked the fire and began to live by that other clock which marks the approach of a particular person. The wide and dignified sweep of his mind contracted.
— Apr 06, 2026 08:13PM
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I rose and walked away - I, I, I; not Byron, Shelley, Dostoevsky, but I, Bernard. I even repeated my own name once or twice. I went ... into a shop, and bought - not that I love music - a picture of Beethoven in a silver frame. Not that I love music, but because the whole of life, it's masters, it's adventurers, then appeared in long ranks of magnificent human beings behind me; and I was their inheritor...
— Apr 06, 2026 06:27PM
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Waves of hands, hesitations at street corners, someone dropping a cigarette into the gutter - all are stories. But which is the true story? That I do not know. Hence I keep my phrases hung like clothes in a cupboard, waiting for someone to wear them. Thus waiting, thus speculating, making this note and then another, I do not cling to life. I shall be brushed like a bee from a sunflower.
— Apr 04, 2026 11:54AM
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I am merely "Neville" to you, who see the narrow limits of my life and the line it cannot pass. But to myself I am immeasurable ... Beneath my eyes opens - a book; I see to the bottom; the heart - I see to the depths.
— Apr 04, 2026 11:01AM
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The truth is that I am not one of those who find their satisfaction in one person, or in infinity. The private room bores me, also the sky. My being only glitters when all its facets are exposed to many people. Let them fail and I am full of holes, dwindling like burnt paper.
— Apr 02, 2026 08:45PM
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'Had I been born,' said Bernard, 'not knowing that one word follows another I might have been, who knows, perhaps anything...'
— Mar 19, 2026 12:51PM
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I am Bernard; I am Byron; I am this, that, and the other... I am more selves than Neville thinks. We are not simple as our friends would have us to meet their needs. Yet love is simple.
— Mar 18, 2026 04:07PM
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Both despise me for copying what they do; but Susan sometimes teaches me, for instance, how to tie a bow, while Jinny has her own knowledge but keeps it to herself. They have friends to sit by. They have things to say privately in corners. But I attach myself only to names and faces; and hoard them like amulets against disaster.
— Mar 17, 2026 11:27PM
