Along this particular stretch of line no express had ever passed. All the trains--the few that there were--stopped at all the stations. Denis knew the names of those stations by heart. Bole, Tritton, Spavin Delawarr, Knipswich for Timpany, West Bowlby, and, finally, Camlet-on-the-Water.
Aldous HuxleyI'm pretty good at inventing phrases - you know, the sort of words that suddenly make you jump, almost as though you'd sat on a pin, they seem so new and exciting even though they're about something hypnopaedically* obvious. But that doesn't seem enough. It's not enough for the phrases to be good; what you make with them ought to be good too.
Aldous HuxleyBoth of us victims of the same twentieth-century plague. Not the Black Death, this time; the Gray Life.
Aldous HuxleyThe most intractable of our experiences is the experience of Time-the intuition of duration, combined with the thought of perpetual perishing.
Aldous Huxley