To be loused up by Humbolt was really a kind of privilege. It was like being the subject of a two-nosed portrait by Picasso, or an eviscerated chicken by Soutine.
At the back of her neck, the real smell of her hair came out from under the chemical scents of the processes it was subjected to in that be-curtained shop below my office […]
For the chief, he in whom Pallas pour'd Her store of counsels, Ithacus, aboard went last, and then The moist ways of the sea they sail'd.
If we thought of the poor as what they really are, our suffering brothers and sisters, we should feel all our little hardheartednesses and carelessness about them a sin.
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