The City is a machine miraculously organised for extracting gold from the seas, airs, clouds, from barren lands, holds of ships, mines, plantations, cottage hearth-stones, trees and rocks; and he, wretchedly waiting in the exterior halls, could not even get his finger on one tiny, tiny lever.
Christina SteadThere'll be no sense in sexual theories until women start telling their minds; and, of course, until they have some.
Christina SteadIt's easy to make money. You put up the sign Bank and someone walks in and hands you his money. The faรงade is everything.
Christina Stead