> "For one can know him as well in a wood, in a field, or even contemplating the ethereal heavens like the ancients."
>"Future joys are like tropical shores, like a fragrant breeze, they extend their innate softness to the immense inland world of past experience, and we are lulled by this intoxication into forgetting the unseen horizons beyond."
>"The human tongue is like a cracked cauldron on which we beat out tunes to set a bear dancing when we would make the stars weep with our melodies."
> "...pleasures, like schoolboys in a school courtyard had so trampled upon his heart that no green thing was left; whatever entered there, more heedless than children did not even, like them, leave a name carved upon the wall"
Last rites for Emma:
> "...the eyes that so coveted worldly goods the nostrils that had been so gredy of the warm breeze and the scent of love..."
> "...the mouth that had spoken lies, moaned in pride, cried out in lust..."
> "...hands that had taken pleasure in the textures of sensuality....."
> "...the soles of the feet so swift when she had hastened to satisfy her desires and that would walk no more...."
> romanticism v. realism
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