He could walk, or rather turn about in his little garden, and feel more solid happiness from the flourishing of a cabbage or the g...rowing of a turnip than was ever received from the most ostentatious show the vanity of man could possibly invent. He could delight himself with thinking, "Here will I set such a root, because my Camilla likes it; here, such another, because it is my little David's favorite."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The stench; the urine, cabbage, and dead beans, Dead porridges of assorted dusty grains,... The old smoke, heavy diapers, and, they're told, Something called chitterlings.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But you forget, or did you ever know, His heritage of cabbage and pigtails,... Old intimacy with alleys, garbage pails, Down in the deep (but always beautiful) South....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight)... Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The sole work and deed of universal freedom is therefore death, a death too which has no inner significance or filling, for what i...s negated is the empty point of the absolutely free self. It is thus the coldest and meanest of all deaths, with no more significance than cutting off a head of cabbage or swallowing a mouthful of water.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The ideal set up by the Party was something huge, terrible, and glittering--a world of steel and concrete, of monstrous machines a...nd terrifying weapons--a nation of warriors and fanatics, marching forward in perfect unity, all thinking the same thoughts and shouting the same slogans, perpetually working, fighting, triumphing, persecuting--three hundred million people all with the same face. The reality was decaying, dingy cities, where underfed people shuffled to and fro in leaky shoes, in patched-up nineteenth-century houses that smelt always of cabbage and bad lavatories.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »