Yes, dance. Dance and dream. Dream that you're Mrs. Henry Jekyll of Harley Street, dancing with your own butler and six footmen. D...ream that they've all turned into white mice and crawled into an eternal pumpkin.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Bad child care is the nightmare from which no mother can escape. The professional who can run a business or save a life . . . the ...mother who can organize a community fund-raiser while entertaining two toddlers and nursing a baby--no matter how thoroughly they've investigated a nanny, no matter how many years they've known their sitter, all walk out the door haunted by the specter that the sitter or staff member to whom they've entrusted their most precious responsibility is a Hyde masquerading as a Jekyll, or otherwise not the women they thought her to be.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Good and evil are so close as to be chained together in the soul. Now suppose we could break that chain, separate those two selves.... Free the good in man and let it go on to its higher destiny.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Where the Moosatockmaguntic Pours its waters in the Skuntic,... Met, along the forest side Hiram Hover, Huldah Hyde. She, a maiden fair and dapper, He, a red-haired, stalwart trapper, Hunting beaver, mink, and skunk In the woodlands of Squeedunk.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hyde Park engendered shadows. The dying greenery of hurtbushes and larches, under the grey shells of clouds that now began to snap... with rain, caught that feeble light in London, neither night nor day but rather that feeble compromise which, more than the presage of autumn, filled one with a sense of long-forgotten things and showed itself to be that time when vague yearnings and regrets began to cumber the soul. Over the plains of grass burst puffs of irregular wind, spirits that spun the falling leaves, hectic, red, flapping through the wake in little side streets where, now, no one was to be seen, having long since hurried away through the silence and the telling cold. The ragged mirage of day had suicided into the cold dusk. Night fell.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tom Hyde, the tinker, standing on the gallows, was asked if he had anything to say. "Tell the tailors," said he, "to remember to m...ake a knot in their thread before they take the first stitch." His companion's prayer is forgotten.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To lift, to fetch, to drive, to shed, to pen, Are acts I recognize, with all they mean... Of shepherding the unruly, for a kind of Controlled woolgathering is my work too.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The shepherd is the brain behind the dog's brain, But his control of dog, like dog's of sheep... Is never absolute--that's the beauty of it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The guided missiles, The black-and-white angels follow each quirk and jink of... The evasive sheep, play grandmother's-steps behind them, Freeze to the ground, or leap to head off a stragglerLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »