Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know.... I admire l...olling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond to eat white currants and see goldfish: and go to the fair in the evening if I'm good. There is not hope for that--one is sure to get into some mess before evening.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back With dying eyes and lolling heads, those ashen-gray... Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Why do you gather, my townsmen? There is no news here.... I am not a trapeze artist. I am busy with My dying. Three heads lolling, bobbing like bladders.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Working mother" is a misnomer. . . . It implies that any mother without a definite career is lolling around eating bon- bons, rea...ding novels, and watching soap opera. But the word "mother" is already a synonym for some of the hardest, most demanding work ever shouldered by any human. . . . It is one she cannot easily give up for several decades. It can be slavery, joy in work, a magnificent career. It can be failure or triumph, but it can never be insignificant or unimportant since it is one "job" affecting the outcome of another's life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »