Sir Walter, being strangely surprised and put out of his countenance at so great a table, gives his son a damned blow over the fac...e. His son, as rude as he was, would not strike his father, but strikes over the face the gentleman that sat next to him and said "Box about: 'twill come to my father anon."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We are all of us made by war, twisted and warped by war, but we seem to forget it. A war does not end with the Armistice. In 1919,... all over a Europe filled with graves, hung miasmas and miseries, and over the whole world too, because of the flu and its nearly thirty million deaths. I used to joke that it was the war that had give birth to me, as a defence when weary with the talk about the war that went on--and on--and on. But it was no joke. I used to feel there was something like a dark grey cloud, like poison gas, over my early childhood. Later I found people who had the same experience. Perhaps it was from that war that I first felt the struggling panicky need to escape, with a nervous aversion to where I have just stood, as if something there might blow up or drag me down by the heel.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea,... Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It gets laughed at because it is a small town, I know, but nevertheless it is a place where great men may be born any day, for fai...r winds and foul blow right on over it without distinction.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
First, there is the power of the Wind, constantly exerted over the globe.... Here is an almost incalculable power at our disposal,... yet how trifling the use we make of it! It only serves to turn a few mills, blow a few vessels across the ocean, and a few trivial ends besides. What a poor compliment do we pay to our indefatigable and energetic servant!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When we think of him, he is without a hat, standing in the wind and weather. He was impatient of topcoats and hats, preferring to ...be exposed, and he was young enough and tough enough to enjoy the cold and the wind of those times.... It can be said of him, as of few men in a like position, that he did not fear the weather, and did not trim his sails, but instead challenged the wind itself, to improve its direction and to cause it to blow more softly and more kindly over the world and its people.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Untidy is perhaps too mild a word; slut would be a better one. Being a slut is of course partly a matter of bad luck as well as ba...d management: things just do boil over oftener, fuses blow sooner, front doors bang leaving us outside in our dressing-gowns; but it goes deeper than bad luck. We are not actually incapable of cleaning our homes: but we are liable to reorganize instead of scrub; we do our cleaning in a series of periodic assaults. A mother-in- law has only to appear over the horizon and we act like the murderer in a Ray Bradbury story who kept on wiping the finger prints off the fruit at the bottom of the bowl. We work in a frenzy; but ... the frenzy usually subsides before we have got everything back into the cupboards again.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Him who trembles before the flame and the flood, And the winds that blow through the starry ways,... Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood Cover over and hide, for he has no part With the lonely, majestical multitude.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »