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I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbor's lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires -- all for eighty dollars a month.

What art was there, known to love or cunning, by which one pressed through into those secret chambers?

Gentlemen, a court is no better than each man of you sitting before me on this jury. A court is only as sound as its jury, and a jury is only as sound as the men who make it up. I am confident that you gentlemen will review without passion the evidence you have heard, come to a decision, and restore this defendant to his family. In the name of God, do your duty. Atticus’s

Haines sat down to pour out the tea. —I'm giving you two lumps each, he said. But, I say, Mulligan, you do make strong tea, don't you? Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf, said in an old woman's wheedling voice: —When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.

And what if one of the gods does wreck me out on the wine-dark sea? I have a heart that is inured to suffering and I shall steel it to endure that too. For in my day I have had many bitter and painful experiences in war and on the stormy seas. So let this new disaster come. It only makes one more.

Some time before he introduced himself I'd got a strong impression that he was picking his words with care.

I saw him open his mouth wide—it gave him a weirdly voracious aspect, as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him.

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.