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Their eyes were dark and hard and glowing, with no fear in them, no kindness and no guilt.

We shook hands and I started away. Just before I reached the hedge I remembered something and turned around. ‘They’re a rotten crowd,’ I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.’ I’ve always been glad I said that. It was the only compliment I ever gave him, because I disapproved of him from beginning to end.

Are you not weary of ardent ways?Tell no more of enchanted days.

We cannot say what they meant, for there are no words for their meaning, but we know it without words and we knew it then.

One thin’s sure and nothing’s surerThe rich get richer and the poor get — children.In the meantime,In between time…

You have bewitched me, body and soul.

What was after the universe?Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?

Do it to Julia! Do it to Julia! Not me! Julia! I don’t care what you do to her. Tear her face off, strip her to the bones. Not me! Julia! Not me!

It excited him, too, that many men had already loved Daisy–it increased her value in his eyes. He felt their presence all about the house, pervading the air with the shades and echoes of still vibrant emotions.

It could not be a wall but there could be a thin thin line there all round everything.

You let the fire out.

Does the Spearmint lose its flavor on the bedpost over night?

What was it up there in the song that seemed to be calling her back inside? What would happen now in the dim, incalculable hours?

I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

Unlike Gatsby and Tom Buchanan I had no girl whose disembodied face floated along the dark cornices and blinding signs and so I drew up the girl beside me, tightening my arms. Her wan scornful mouth smiled and I drew her up again, closer, this time to my face.

She looked at me and laughed pointlessly. Then she flounced over to the dog, kissed it with ecstasy, and swept into the kitchen, implying that a dozen chefs awaited her orders there.

The shadows of leaves fall upon their arms, as they spread the branches apart, but their shoulders are in the sun. The skin of their arms is like a blue mist, but their shoulders are white and glowing, as if the light fell not from above, but rose from under their skin. We watch the leaf which has fallen upon their shoulder and it lies at the curve of their neck, and a drop of dew glistens upon it like a jewel.

Whereas, once again, the machine destroyed everything: you were killed discreetly, with a little shame and with great precision.

As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat’s shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand.

A single drop of water that had escaped Piggy’s fingers now flashed on the delicate curve like a star.