In essence the Renaissance was simply the green end of one of civilization's hardest winters.
John FowlesIt's like the day you realize dolls are dolls. I pick up my old self and I see it's silly. A toy I've played with too often. It's a little sad, like an old golliwog at the bottom of the cupboard. Innocent and used-up and proud and silly.
John FowlesLike all mystics (and many novelists, not least the present one) he is baffled, a child, before the real now; far happier out of it, in a narrative past or a prophetic future, locked inside that weird tence grammar does not allow, the imaginary present.
John FowlesWealth is a monster. It takes a month to learn to control it financially. And many years to learn to control it psychologically.
John FowlesAn easterly is the most disagreeable wind in Lyme Bay โ Lyme Bay being that largest bite from the underside of England's outstretched southwestern leg โ and a person of curiosity could at once have deduced several strong probabilities about the pair who began to walk down the quay at Lyme Regis, the small but ancient eponym of the inbite, one incisively sharp and blustery morning in the late March of 1867.
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