Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the gloves herself.
To me, it was heady enough to be in the Elliott's proximity, to skim across the Atlantic and return to a plushy restored home built in 1822 by a whaling captain, and there to eat meals of organic, healthful foods whose names I didn't know how to pronounce. Quinoa. I remember thinking quinoa was a kind of fish.
Rain wasn't quite falling yet, but it had scheduled an appointment.
Caitlin Moran var 16 år da hun skrev denne. 16!! Elsker språket hun var i besittelse av som 16-åring. Og fantasien.
It is a known fact that in Yorkshire, whatever the problem, the prospect of a cup of tea seems to have a remarkably calming effect.
He was still thinking about her when he drove into a man and killed him.
In my paranoid world every storekeeper thinks I'm stealing, every man thinks I'm a prostitute or a lesbian, every woman thinks I'm a lesbian or arrogant, and every child and animal sees the real me and it is evil.
Der var igjennom'en, ja.
Real tragedy is never resolved. It goes on hopelessly forever. Conventional tragedy is too easy. The hero dies and we feel a purging of the emotions. A real tragedy takes place in a corner, in an untidy spot, to quote W. H. Auden. The rest of the world is unaware of it.
Jeg vet ikke hvor lang tid det har gått, men jeg vet at det har gått flere dager - kanskje uker - siden jeg sist har hatt lyst til å ta meg selv av dage. Dette bekymrer meg.
Pamela og jeg passer godt sammen fordi jeg føler at vi har et harmonisk forhold, rett og slett. Vi har en avslappet omgangstone, alt er ukomplisert. Når vi beggegjør akkurat hva vi vil, gjør ingen av oss noe den andre ikke vil.
"I see", said Miss Pettigrew. "There are very many points to learn in collecting a husband. My ignorance is abysmal".
Mulig forventningene mine var alt for høye, for jeg leste og leste og venta og venta på at det skulle bli så terrific som bokcoveret sa - men det skjedde liksom ikke! Menmen - det er jo nok av bøker i verden!
I mangel av en skjebne burde jeg i det minste skaffe meg en framtid.
Cheer up! Death is round the corner!
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.
•"I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.
He thinks she goes to see her sister in New York. He's so dumb he doesn't know he's alive.
'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood And do such bitter business as the bitter day Would quake to look on.