4p.
..So you can see that because there were no great pleasures while living in the desert, the small pleasures became great pleasures and the pleasures of children became the pleasures of grown men....
26p.
...It was an extraordinary thing because he could make a kind of smile with his voice without smiling with his lips. His voice smiled while his face remained serious. It was a most forcible thing because it gave people the impression that he was being serious about being nice.
122p.
...He used to keep a bottle of green hair mixture on the side table in his study—when you have to dust a room you get to know and to hate all the objects in it—and this bottle had the royal coat of arms on the label and the name of a shop in Bond Street, and under that, in small print, it said "By Appointment—Hairdressers To His Majesty King Edward VII." I can remember that particularly because it seemed so funny that a shop should want to boast about being hairdresser to someone who was practically bald—even a monarch.
136p.
..She looked at him, and at that moment he seemed to be standing a long way off from her, beyond some borderline. He was suddenly so small and far away that she couldn‘t be sure what he was doing, or what he was thinking, or even what he was.
186p.
.."I don‘t see why not," he answered. "It‘s the same brain. It‘s alive. It‘s undamaged. In fact, it‘s completely untouched. We haven‘t even opened the dura. The big difference, of course, would be that we‘ve severed every single nerve that leads into it—except for the one optic nerve and this means that your thinking would no longer be influenced by your senses. You‘d be living in an extraordinarily pure and detached world. Nothing to bother you at all, not even pain. You couldn‘t possibly feel pain because there wouldn‘t be any nerves to feel it with. In a way, it would be an almost perfect situation. No worries or fears or pains or hunger or thirst. Not even any desires. Just your memories and your thoughts, and if the remaining eye happened to function, then you could read books as well. It all sounds rather pleasant to me."
.."It does, does it?"
.."Yes, William, it does. And particularly for a Doctor of Philosophy. It would be a tremendous experience. You‘d be able to reflect upon the ways of the world with a detachment and a serenity that no man had ever attained before. And who knows what might not happen then! Great thoughts and solutions might come to you, great ideas that could revolutionize our way of life! Try to imagine, if you can, the degree of concentration that you‘d be able to achieve!"
.."And the frustration," I said.
.."Nonsense. There couldn‘t be any frustration. You can‘t have frustration without desire, and you couldn‘t possibly have any desire. Not physical desire, anyway."
201p.
..What you lose on the swings you get back on the roundabouts.
228p.
..Looking at him now as he buzzed around in front of the bookcase with his bristly head and his hairy face and his plump pulpy body, she couldn‘t help thinking that somehow, in some curious way, there was a touch of the bee about this man. She had often seen women grow to look like the horses that they rode, and she had noticed that people who bred birds or bull terriers or pomeranians frequently resembled in some small but startling manner the creature of their choice. But up until now it had never occurred to her that her husband might look like a bee. It shocked her a bit.
238p.
...Good heavens above, I had seen men who were perfect shrimps in comparison with me displaying an astonishing aplomb in their dealings with the fairer sex. And oh, how I envied them!....
306~307p.
...for whether you know it or not, there is a powerful brotherhood existing among people who own very costly automobiles. They respect one another automatically, and the reason they respect one another is simply that wealth respects wealth. In point of fact, there is nobody in the world that a very wealthy person respects more than another very wealthy person, and because of this, they naturally seek each other out wherever they go. Recognition signals of many kinds are used among them. With the female, the wearing of massive jewels is perhaps the most common; but the costly automobile is also much favoured, and is used by both sexes. It is a travelling placard, a public declaration of affluence, and as such, it is also a card of membership to that excellent unofficial society, the Very-Wealthy-People‘s Union. I am a member myself of long standing, and am delighted to be one. When I meet another member, as I was about to do now, I feel an immediate rapport. I respect him. We speak the same language. He is one of us. I had good reason, therefore, to be elated.
376p.
..This time I stepped well back. "You dirty thieving bastards!" I cried. "The whole lot of you!"
..Automatically, as though they were puppets, all the heads down the line flicked round and looked at me. The expressions didn‘t alter. It was just the heads that moved, all seventeen of them, and seventeen pairs of cold glassy eyes looked down at me. There was not the faintest flicker of interest in any of them.
.."Somebody spoke," they seemed to be saying, "We didn‘t hear it. It‘s quite a nice day today."
389p.
..I believe that all poachers react in roughly the same way as this on sighting game. They are like women who sight large emeralds in a jeweller‘s window, the only difference being that the women are less dignified in the methods they employ later on to acquire the loot. Poacher‘s arse is nothing to the punishment that a female is willing to endure.
410p.
..."Cheer up, Vic," she said to me, her white teeth showing. She looked like the creation, the beginning of the world, the first morning. "Good night, Vic darling," she said, stirring her fingers in my vitals.
479p.
..Henry sat quite still and stared into the candle flame. The book had been quite right. The flame, when you looked into it closely, did have three separate parts. There was the yellow outside. Then there was the mauve inner sheath. And right in the middle was the tiny magic area of absolute blackness. He stared at the tiny black area. He focused his eyes upon it and kept staring at it, and as he did so, an extraordinary thing happened. His mind went absolutely blank, and his brain ceased fidgeting around, and all at once it felt as though he himself, his whole body, was actually encased within the flame, sitting snug and cozy within the little black area of nothingness.
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