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voluntarily, when there was absolutely no kind of geographical loyalty involved, was an act of such utter pointlessness that I felt rather in awe of Nick. I had been reading about existentialism; here was someone living it, someone who accepted the concept of an act of Free Will in a Meaningless Universe, and was taking it to a new level. Given Nic
... See moreJohn Cleese • So, Anyway...: The Autobiography
Where else would people get worked up about salt? To the rest of the world, salt is a necessary but anonymous part of the diet, about as fascinating as a glass of tap water. But not in France. Here, salt is something that gourmets argue about. Some of them will tell you that the ultimate saline experience issel de Guérande, the gray crystallized se
... See morePeter Mayle • French Lessons: Adventures with Knife, Fork, and Corkscrew (Vintage Departures)
he had those ten pounds in his mind as a fund from which he might risk something, if there were a chance of a good bet. Why? Well, when sovereigns were flying about, why shouldn’t he catch a few? He would never go far along that road again; but a man likes to assure himself, and men of pleasure generally, what he could do in the way of mischief if
... See moreGeorge Eliot • Middlemarch
He was feeling sure that he should have no chance of speaking to Mary, when Mr Farebrother said – ‘Fred, help me to carry these drawers back into my study – you have never seen my fine new study. Pray come too, Miss Garth. I want you to see a stupendous spider I found this morning.’
George Eliot • Middlemarch
the air of a swaggerer, who would aim at being noticeable even at a show of fireworks, regarding his own remarks on any other person’s performance as likely to be more interesting than the performance itself.
George Eliot • Middlemarch


Doxology: A Novel

