The days are made on a loom whereof the warp and woof are past and future time. They are majestically dressed, as if every god bro...ught a thread to the skyey web.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is said that the Negro is ignorant. But why is he ignorant? It comes with ill grace from a man who has put out my eyes to make ...a parade of my blindness,--to reproach me for my poverty when he has wronged me of my money.... If he is poor, what has become of the money he has been earning for the last two hundred and fifty years? Years ago it was said cotton fights and cotton conquers for American slavery. The Negro helped build up that great cotton power in the South, and in the North his sigh was in the whir of its machinery, and his blood and tears upon the warp and woof of its manufactures.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If you would see how interwoven it is in the warp and woof of civilization ... go at night-fall to the top of one of the down-town... steel giants and you may see how in the image of material man, at once his glory and his menace, is this thing we call a city. There beneath you is the monster, stretching acre upon acre into the far distance. High over head hangs the stagnant pall of its fetid breath, reddened with light from myriad eyes endlessly, everywhere blinking. Thousands of acres of cellular tissue, the city's flesh outspreads layer upon layer, enmeshed by an intricate network of veins and arteries radiating into the gloom, and in them, with muffled, persistent roar, circulating as the blood circulates in your veins, is the almost ceaseless beat of the activity to whose necessities it all conforms. The poisonous waste is drawn from the system of this gigantic creature by infinitely ramifying, thread-like ducts, gathering at their sensitive terminals matter destructive of its life, hurrying it to millions of small intestines to be collected in turn by larger, flowing to the great sewers, on to the drainage canal, and finally to the ocean.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Much of what Mr. Wallace calls his global thinking is, no matter how you slice it, still "globaloney." Mr. Wallace's warp of sense... and his woof of nonsense is very tricky cloth out of which to cut the pattern of a post-war world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy?... There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine Unweave a rainbow.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Swift while the woof is whole, turn now my spirit, swift,... and tear the pattern there, the flowers so deftly wrought, the border of sea-blue, the sea-blue coast of home.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All conservatives are such from personal defects. They have been effeminated by position or nature, born halt and blind, through l...uxury of their parents, and can only, like invalids, act on the defensive. But strong natures, backwoodsmen, New Hampshire giants, Napoleons, Burkes, Broughams, Websters, Kossuths, are inevitable patriots, until their life ebbs, and their defects and gout, palsy and money, warp them.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nothing shall warp me from the belief that every man is a lover of truth. There is no pure lie, no pure malignity in nature. The e...ntertainment of the proposition of depravity is the last profligacy and profanation. There is no scepticism, no atheism but that. Could it be received into common belief, suicide would unpeople the planet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This fellow will but join you together as they join wainscot; then one of you will prove a shrunk panel, and... like green timber warp, warp.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »