He wouldn't write a letter because he couldn't without beginning it 'Dear Sylvia' and ending it 'Yours sincerely' or 'truly' or 'affectionately.' He's that sort of precise imbecile. I tell you he's so formal he can't do without all the conventions there are and so truthful he can't use half of them.
Ford Madox FordSix months ago I had never been to England, and, certainly, I had never sounded the depths of an English heart. I had known the shallows.
Ford Madox FordYou have to wait together - for a week, for a year, for a lifetime, before the final intimate conversation may be attained ... and exhausted. So that ... That in effect was love.
Ford Madox FordIt was an odd friendship, but the oddnesses of friendships are a frequent guarantee of their lasting texture.
Ford Madox FordI know nothing - nothing in the world - of the hearts of men. I only know that I am alone - horribly alone.
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