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He felt like a man who has tried to hang himself because life was too hideous to be faced, and has been cut down by benevolent hands--and left to face it.

He buried his face in his hands and sat a long while without speaking. He was not weeping; his shoulders did not stir; he just sat there in dark communion with his grief.

She hardly ever smiled; and when she laughed, her laugh was a faint throat note that did not affect the repose of her features.

"Writers don't much care to be told by outsiders to buckle down to their work."

Ah, there the Colonel was, dragging his stick along behind him, punctual and desolate as a winter night.

She had always been too critical, had made her likes and dislikes too evident.

"A novel isn't a thesis anyhow--it's a live thing that's got to be carried inside of you before it can be born."

She was unwanted, yet she could not go.