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He addressed himself to Miss Bennet, with a polite congratulation; Mr. Hurst also made her a slight bow, and said he was "very glad;" but diffuseness and warmth remained for Bingley's salutation.

It’s not necessary to tell all you know. It’s not ladylike—in the second place, folks don’t like to have somebody around knowin’ more than they do. It aggravates ’em. You’re not gonna change any of them by talkin’ right, they’ve got to want to learn themselves, and when they don’t want to learn there’s nothing you can do but keep your mouth shut or talk their language.

I made it on the bevel.

Context is all; or is it ripeness? One or the other.   The

A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about. - F Scott Fitzgerald,

Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail.

...and, perhaps, if I have very good luck, I may meet with another Mr. Collins in time.

Las personas que como yo padecen de los nervios no tienen muchas ganas de hablar. ¡Nadie imagina mi sufrimiento! Pero siempre ha sido igual. Si uno no se queja, nadie le compadece.

Besides making change in the collection plate every Sunday, Mr. Avery sat on the porch every night until nine o’clock and sneezed.

You know, that might be the answer—to act boastfully about something we ought to be ashamed of. That’s a trick that never seems to fail.

Meet Mrs. Bundren

That was when they suspended the Constitution. They said it would be temporary. There wasn’t even any rioting in the streets. People stayed home at night, watching television, looking for some direction. There wasn’t even an enemy you could put your finger on.

te bastardes carborundorum.

The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. - F Scott Fitzgerald,

Maybe Whitman had a gift I don’t have. But as for me: I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, because I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can be is me.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.

A regard for the requester would often make one readily yield to a request, without waiting for arguments to reason one into it.

Matches were dangerous, but cards were fatal. Jem,

The Lord can see into the heart. If it is His will that some folks has different ideas about honesty from other folks, it is not my place to question His decree.

But maybe boredom is erotic, when women do it, for men.   I