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You like to help everybody, don't you? I only pretend to.

her real depths are Irish and romantic and illogical

He says unloved women have no biographies—they have histories. Anthony laughed again. Surely

The immediate contingency overtook him, pulling him back from the edge of the theoretical abyss.

The instant her voice broke off ceasing to compel my attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said.

I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said. It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to extract a contributory emotion from me.

Junior writers $300; Minor poets—$500 a week; Broken novelists—$850-1000; One play dramatists—$1500; Sucks—$2000. Wits—$2500.

But the rest offended her - and inarguably, because it wasn't a gesture but an emotion.

the sensuous heat of early afternoon made blinding freckles on the checkered luncheon cloth.

she would never blame him for being the ineffectual idler so long as he did it sincerely, from the attitude that nothing much was worth doing

Collis, unaware that he was without a wedding garment, heralded his arrival with: I reckon I'm late--the beyed has flown.

as in a muddled carnival crowd an inefficient pickpocket may consider his chances increased.

Those eyes, with the grayness and eternity of a cliff of soft granite, caught his.

Oh, I'll stay in the East, don't you worry, he said, glancing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. I'd be a God damned fool to live anywhere else.

Standing in the station, with Paris in back of them, it seemed as if they were vicariously leaning a little over the ocean, already undergoing a sea-change, a shifting about of atoms to form the essential molecule of new people.

No, I'm romantic—a sentimental person thinks things will last—a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't. Sentiment is emotional.

Then it was something more. I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity. The bored haughty face that she turned to the world concealed something—most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don't in the beginning—and

I want to go to Princeton," said Amory. "I don't know why, but I think of all Harvard men as sissies, like I used to be, and all Yale men as wearing big blue sweaters and smoking pipes." Monsignor

The night had made a sharp difference in the weather and there was an autumn flavor in the air.

SHE: You're not sentimental? HE: No, I'm romantic—a sentimental person thinks things will last—a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't. Sentiment is emotional.

In a good-natured way he had almost decided that Princeton was one part deadly Philistines and one part deadly grinds, and to find a person who could mention Keats without stammering, yet evidently washed his hands, was rather a treat.

Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again.

idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last—the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won't.

and floating in the Sound was a triangle of silver scales, trembling a little to the stiff, tinny drip of the banjoes on the lawn.