The masculine imagination lives in a state of perpetual revolt against the limitations of human life. In theological terms, one mi...ght say that all men, left to themselves, become gnostics. They may swagger like peacocks, but in their heart of hearts they all think sex an indignity and wish they could beget themselves on themselves. Hence the aggressive hostility toward women so manifest in most club-car stories.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The car as we know it is on the way out. To a large extent, I deplore its passing, for as a basically old- fashioned machine, it e...nshrines a basically old-fashioned idea: freedom. In terms of pollution, noise and human life, the price of that freedom may be high, but perhaps the car, by the very muddle and confusion it causes, may be holding back the remorseless spread of the regimented, electronic society.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A car can massage organs which no masseur can reach. It is the one remedy for the disorders of the great sympathetic nervous syste...m.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Whist Partner: Great Caesar's Ghost. A woman! In the Club. Phileas Fogg: My dear, I must ask you to leave these precincts at ...once. No woman has ever set foot in the Club. Aouda: Why not? Phileas Fogg: Because that could spell the end of the British Empire.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To thousands of elder women in the late sixties and early seventies [the private women's club movement] came like a new gospel of ...activity and service. They had reared their children and seen them take flight; moreover, they had fought through the war, their hearts in the field, their fingers plying needle and thread. They had been active in committees and commissions, the country over; had learned to work with and beside men, finding joy and companionship and inspiration in such work. How could they go back to the chimney-corner life of the fifties?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I'd like to say I'm ready to kick ass and show the guys how it's done. But I'm not here to prove anything about being a woman. I'm... here to drive a race car and try to win a race.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Because wretches will dash a club... against a pin-prick, even though we live in the same village, I can't even look at my lover with both eyes at once.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »