Comedy distances pain, but leaves signs of it everywhere.
As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.
The Lady: a fluty voice, sensible shoes, a melancholy sense of living by rules few still remember.
We do justice coldly, injustice hotly.
Let's have some good, old-fashioned literature, with a virgin and a moral.
To Jane Austen, every fool is a treasure trove.