Beauty had this penalty -- it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life -- froze it. One forgot the little agitations; the flush, the pallor, some queer distortion, some light or shadow, which made the face unrecognisable for a moment and yet added a quality one saw for ever after. It was simpler to smooth that all out under the cover of beauty. To the Lighthouse
We must scrunch or be scrunched. Our Mutual Friend
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse! Richard III
Light sorrows speak, but deeper ones are dumb. Hippolytus
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