The Portrait of a Lady, Volume 3

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Scribner's, 1908

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Página 287 - self"? Where does it begin, where does it end? It overflows into everything that belongs to us — and then it flows back again.
Página ix - There is, I think, no more nutritive or suggestive truth in this connexion than that of the perfect dependence of the "moral" sense of a work of art on the amount of felt life concerned in producing it.
Página 280 - That signifies absolutely nothing — it 's impossible anything should signify less. 'He's very cultivated,' they say: 'he has a very pretty collection of old snuff-boxes.
Página 69 - Sometimes she went so far as to wish that she might find herself some day in a difficult position, so that she should have the pleasure of being as heroic as the occasion demanded.
Página 1 - UNDER certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.
Página 71 - Deep in her soul — it was the deepest thing there — lay a belief that if a certain light should dawn she could give herself completely ; but this image, on the whole, was too formidable to be attractive.
Página 326 - ... seemed to be less to offer communication with the world than to defy the world to look in. They were massively crossbarred and placed at such a height that curiosity, even on tiptoe, expired before it reached them.
Página x - The house of fiction has in short not one window, but a million— a number of possible windows not to be reckoned, rather; every one of which has been pierced, or is still piercable, in its vast front, by the need of the individual vision and by the pressure of the individual will.
Página 6 - ... furnished, but by no means decorated, with a straggling moustache and whisker. He looked clever and ill - a combination by no means felicitous; and he wore a brown velvet jacket. He carried his hands in his pockets, and there was something in the way he did it that showed the habit was inveterate. His gait had a shambling, wandering quality, he was not very firm on his legs. As I have said, whenever he passed the old man in the chair he rested his eyes upon...
Página ix - subject and the moral. Recognising so promptly the one measure of the worth of a given subject, the question about it that, rightly answered, disposes of all others — is it valid, in a word, is it genuine, is it sincere, the result of some direct impression or perception of life...

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