But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in; yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well been half the world apart.
But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in; yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well been half the world apart.
The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.
She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life was stale on her lips. She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her.
I despair of the Republic Such dreariness, such whining sallow women, such utter absence of the amenities, such crass food, crass manners, crass landscape What a horror it is for a whole nation to be developing without the sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast.
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