I think youโre beautiful, the only beautiful person Iโve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.
E. M. Forster...the true spirit of gastronomic joylessness. Porridge fills the Englishman up, and prunes clear him out.
E. M. ForsterLucy was suffering from the most grievous wrong which this world has yet discovered: diplomatic advantage had been taken of her sincerity, of her craving for sympathy and love. Such a wrong is not easily forgotten. Never again did she expose herself without due consideration and precaution against rebuff. And such a wrong may react disastrously upon the soul.
E. M. Forster