There you are, sir. There's nothing more than to love and be loved.
I breathed and breathed and did feel some calmness enter in, though it was, as always, shot with a sense of loss. Loss and fear.
It's better to have a malign providence than an indifferent one.
Something had been buried that was not yet dead.
This is how most people live: alive, but not conscious; conscious but not aware; aware, but intermittently.
Some crime against nature is about to be committed. I feel it in my veins. These men and boys are grocers and clerks, gardeners and fathers - fathers of small children. A country cannot bear to lose them.