The will to domination is a ravenous beast. There are never enough warm bodies to satiate its monstrous hunger. Once alive, this b...east grows and grows, feeding on all the life around it, scouring the earth to find new sources of nourishment. This beast lives in each man who battens on female servitude.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In time the scouring of wind and rain will wear down the ranges and plane off the region until it has the drab monotony of the old...er deserts. In the meantime--a two-million-year meantime--travelers may enjoy the cruel beauties of a desert in its youth,....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is not only prayer that gives God glory but work. Smiting on an anvil, sawing a beam, whitewashing a wall, driving horses, swee...ping, scouring, everything gives God some glory if being in his grace you do it as your duty.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We're the victims of a disease called social prejudice, my child. These dear ladies of the law and order league are scouring out t...he dregs of the town. C'mon be a glorified wreck like me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The token woman carries a bouquet of hothouse celery and a stenographer's pad; she will take... the minutes, perk the coffee, smile like a plastic daisy and put out the black cat of her sensuous anger to howl on the fence all night.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper-weight,... All the misery of manilla folders and mucilage, Desolation in immaculate public places,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Father told me if I could get my fingers to ballet the typewriter keys... to Nureyev the steno pad everything would be perfect.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No paradise, no fall, Only the weathering land... The wheeling sky, Man, with is Satan Scouring the chaos of the mind. Oh Hell!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Is not disease the rule of existence? There is not a lily pad floating on the river but has been riddled by insects. Almost every ...shrub and tree has its gall, oftentimes esteemed its chief ornament and hardly to be distinguished from the fruit. If misery loves company, misery has company enough. Now, at midsummer, find me a perfect leaf or fruit.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Babbitt as a book was planless; its end arrived apparently because its author had come to the end of the writing-pad, or rather, o...ne might suspect from its length, to the end of all writing-pads then on the market.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »