Upon my word, sir, your hope is a rather extraordinary one after my declaration. I do assure you that I am not one of those young ladies (if such young ladies there are) who are so daring as to risk their happiness on the chance of being asked a second time. I am perfectly serious in my refusal. You could not make ME happy, and I am convinced that I am the last woman in the world who could make you so. Nay, were your friend Lady Catherine to know me, I am persuaded she would find me in every respect ill qualified for the situation.
Пожалуй, мне от него и досталось бы, - согласился Аттикус. - Но видишь ли, сын, когда ты станешь постарше, ты будешь немного лучше понимать людей. Что бы там ни было, а всякая толпа состоит из людей. Вчера вечером мистер Канингем был частью толпы, но всё равно он оставался человеком. Всякая толпа во всяком маленьком южном городке состоит из людей, которых мы знаем, из самых обыкновенных людей, и это не очень для них лестно, не так ли?
But all the same, insisted the Savage, it is quite natural to believe in God when you’re alone-quite alone, in the night, thinking about death …But people never are alone now, said Mustapha Mond. We make them hate solitude; and we arrange their lives so that it’s almost impossible for them to ever have it.
But then his idea of a fugitive was only an idea of the letters that spell the word, - or at the most, the image of a little newspaper picture of a man with a stick and bundle with 'Ran away from the subscriber' under it. The magic of the real presence of distress, -- the imploring human eye, frail, trembling human hand, the despairing appeal of helpless agony, -- these he had never tried.
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. In the first place, that stuff bores me, and in the second place, my parents would have about two hemorrhages apiece if I told anything personal about them. They're quite touchy about anything like that, especially my father. They're nice and all - I'm not saying that - but they're also touchy as hell. Besides, I'm not going to tell you my whole goddam autobiography or anything.
I glance at my boots. They are big and clumsy, the breeches are tucked into them, and standing up one looks well-built and powerful in these great drainpipes. But when we go bathing and strip, suddenly we have slender legs again and slight shoulders. We are no longer soldiers but little more than boys; no one would believe that we could carry packs.
It means you can’t cheat Nature, he says. Nature demands variety, for men. It stands to reason, it’s part of the procreational strategy. It’s Nature’s plan. I don’t say anything, so he goes on. Women know that instinctively. Why did they buy so many different clothes, in the old days? To trick the men into thinking they were several different women. A new one each day.