It does seem simple, doesn't it?' she said, with a final bitter attempt at flippancy, 'when you want to kill a chicken...you take hold of it...then you wring its neck...it's only the chicken who does not find it quite so simple. Now you hold a knife at my throat, and a hostage for my obedience...You find it simple...I don't

Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

It is only when we are very happy that we can bear to gaze merrily upon the vast and limitless expanse of water, rolling on and on with such persistent, irritating monotony, to the accompaniment of our thoughts, whether grave or gay.

...but in every century, and ever since England has been what it is, an Englishman has always felt somewhat ashamed of his own emotion and of his own sympathy.

Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.

Odd's fish, m'dear! The man can't even tie his own cravat!

Even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end.