This world crisis came about without women having anything to do with it. If the women of the world had not been excluded from wor...ld affairs, things today might have been different.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to enquire--in the midst of myriads of the living & the dead worlds, s...tars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You remind me of a child-friend who once wrote to tell me about her sister being married. "Now I will tell you all about Bessie's ...wedding." Then came a long account of bridesmaids, and breakfast, and everything else, except the name of the bride-groom! That of course didn't matter: the great thing was to get married somehow.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The field maneuvers may be different from those in Holmes's day, and the villain is more socially mobile, but since Sir Arthur we ...have not changed the three essential ingredients of the private eye. He must be a bachelor, with the bachelor's harum-scarum availability at all hours (William Powell's marriage to Myrna "Nora" Loy, a wistful concession to the family trade, fooled nobody). He must have an inconspicuous fund of curious knowledge, which in the end is always crucially relevant. He must pity the official guardians of the law. Of course, the twentieth century has grafted some interesting personality changes on the original. Holmes was an eccentric in the Victorian sense, a man with queer hobbies--cocaine was lamentable but pardonably melodramatic--whose social code was essentially that of the ruling classes. He was, in a way, the avenging squire of the underworld ready to administer a horsewhipping to the outcasts who were never privileged by birth to receive it from their fathers. Bogart is a displaced person whose present respectability is uncertain, a classless but well-contained vagabond who is not going to be questioned about where he came from or where he is going. ("I came to Casablanca for the waters." "But there are no waters in Casablanca." "I was misinformed.")LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I watched a small man with thick calluses on both hands work fifteen and sixteen hours a day. I saw him once literally bleed from ...the bottoms of his feet, a man who came here uneducated, alone, unable to speak the language, who taught me all I needed to know about faith and hard work by the simple eloquence of his example.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
At about that time I was once sitting at my place and whispering--it was naughty, I know--with my neighbor. Then you, Herr Profess...or Rudner, got up from your desk, came calmly down the aisle to me: "Did you speak?" and slapped me smack in the face. And I--the fury is inside me to this day--I didn't hit back. Such were the methods of objectivity.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For I must tell you, I was given to understand in my childhood, that the British island from which my forefathers came, was no lot...us-garden, no paradise of serene sky and roses and music and merriment all the year round, no, but a cold foggy mournful country, where nothing grew well in the open air, but robust men and virtuous women, and these of a wonderful fibre and endurance; that their best parts were slowly revealed; their virtues did not come out until they quarrelled: they did not strike twelve the first time; good lovers, good haters, and you could know little about them till you had seen them long, and little good of them till you had seen them in action; that in prosperity they were moody and dumpish, but in adversity they were grand.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
They found no trace of dog or cat; And some folks think unto this day... That burglars stole that pair away! But the truth about the cat and pup Is this: they ate each other up! Now what do you really think of that! The old Dutch clock it told me so, And that is how I came to know.)LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »