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The hearth is desolate. The children, the unconscious children, who once sang and danced in her presence, are gone. She gropes her way, in the darkness of age, for a drink of water. Instead of the voices of her children, she hears by day the moans of the dove, and by night the screams of the hideous owl. All is gloom. The grave is at the door. And now, when weighed down by the pains and aches of old age, when the head inclines to the feet, when the beginning and ending of human existence meet, and helpless infancy and painful old age combine together—at this time, this most needful time, the time for the exercise of that tenderness and affection which children only can exercise towards a declining parent—my poor old grandmother, the devoted mother of twelve children, is left all alone, in yonder little hut, before a few dim embers. She stands—she sits—she staggers—she falls—she groans—she dies—and there are none of her children or grandchildren present, to wipe from her wrinkled brow the cold sweat of death, or to place beneath the sod her fallen remains. Will not a righteous God visit for these things?

He hurried the phrase ‘educated at Oxord,’ or swallowed it, or choked on it, as though it had bothered him before.

Vanger had been one of the really big fish in his day, with a reputation for being an honourable, old-fashioned patriarch who would not bend in a strong wind. A cornerstone of Swedish industry, one of the twenty-point stags of the old school, along with Matts Carlgren of MoDo and Hans Werthén at the old Electrolux.

It is permissible even for a dying hero to think before he dies how men will speak of him hereafter. His fame lasts perhaps two thousand years. And what are two thousand years? (asked Mr Ramsay ironically, staring at the hedge). What, indeed, if you look from a mountain top down the long wastes of the ages? The very stone one kicks with one’s boot will outlast Shakespeare.

Well, Dill, after all he’s just a Negro. I don’t care one speck. It ain’t right, somehow it ain’t right to do ’em that way. Hasn’t anybody got any business talkin’ like that—it just makes me sick. That’s

God becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed mountain.

The creation of genius always seem like miracles, because they are, for the most part, crated far out of the reach of observation.

There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired. – F Scott Fitzgerald,

The lights of the town and of the harbour and of the boats seemed like a phantom net floating there to mark something that had sunk.

Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ’em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird. That

Strauss shook his head. “The point I’ve been trying to make is that this money is intended for research. No one can ever know in advance if a project is going to result in something useful. Results are often negative. We learn what something is not—and that is as important as a positive discovery to the man who is going to pick up from there. At least he knows what not to do.

men, we know least, and talk most. Homer, Socrates, and Shakespere have, perhaps, contributed

My own face had now assumed a deep tropical burn.

that Tom had a good chance of going free, or at least of having a new trial.

People in their right minds never take pride in their talents,’ said Miss Maudie.

And other times there would be tenderness and holding-close liek a warm bath, and hands stroking my hair and brow, and the words carved about the cathedral of my childhood: ‘He’s like all the other children. He’s a good boy.

Kyrie ! The radiance of the intellect. I ought to profess Greek, the language of the mind.

In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence.

It is hateful to me to tell a story over again, when it has been well told.

He literally glowed; without a word or a gesture of exultation a new well-being radiated from him and filled the little room.