Then he entered the temple and began to drive out those who were selling things there; and he said, "It is written, My house shall... be a house of prayer'; but you have made it a den of robbers."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tired, she looked up the path... her lover would take as far as her eyes could see. On the roads, traffic ceased at the end of day as night slid over the sky. The traveller's pained wife took a single step towards home, said, "Could he not have come at this instant?" and quickly craning her neck around, looked up the path again.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
the processes That first mentioned your name at some crowded cocktail... Party long ago, and someone (not the person addressed) Overheard it and carried that name around in his wallet For years as the wallet crumbled and bills slid in And out of it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What life is best? Courts are but only superficial schools... To dandle fools: The rural parts are turned into a den Of savage men: And where 's a city from all vice so free, But may be termed the worst of all the three?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Caracal lies on a shelf in its den in the Zoological Gardens quietly licking its fur. I go up and stand near it. It makes a fa...ce at me. I come a little nearer, it makes a worse face and raises itself up on its haunches. I stand and look. It jumps down from its shelf and makes as if it intended "going for" me. I move back; the Caracal has exerted a moral influence over me which I have been unable to resist. Moral influence means persuading another that one can make that other more uncomfortable than that other can make oneself.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Good writing is always a breaking of the soil, clearing away prejudices, pulling up of sour weeds of crooked thinking, stripping t...he turf so as to get at what is fertile beneath. It would be amusing to carry the simile further. Those bulbs that flower in the sand and wither! The gay fiction annual that has to be planted again every year! Those experimental plants from Russia, France, and Greenwich Village that are always getting winter killed--confound 'em!--is it worth while planting them again? The stocky perennial that keeps coming up and coming up--so easy to grow and so ugly. Scarlet sage that gives a touch of fiery sin to the edge of the suburbanite's concrete walk! And then the good flowers--as honest as they are beautiful! The well-ordered gar den! The climbing rose that escapes and is the most beautiful of all!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That air would disappear from the whole earth in time, perhaps; but long after his day. He did not know just when it had become so... necessary to him, but he had come back to die in exile for the sake of it. Something soft and wild and free, something that whispered to the ear on the pillow, lightened the heart, softly, softly picked the lock, slid the bolts, and released the prisoned spirit of man into the wind, into the blue and gold, into the morning, into the morning!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nouns of number, or multitude, such as Mob, Parliament, Rabble, House of Commons, Regiment, Court of King's Bench, Den of Thieves,... and the like.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »