That is your trick, your bit of filthy magic: invisibility, and the anaesthetic power to deaden my attention in your direction.
D. H. LawrenceUrsula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking.
D. H. LawrenceOh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!
D. H. LawrenceWhales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the sea great heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies. And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender young and dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end.
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